Fatrap aka iBust - Placebo lyrics

They need to rap behind Bobby Bro Get some credentials affiliated with placebo Hope you kept the receipt I freaked out when I hear that plastic sh** they call "heat" Who pays them that much Why they prostitute their stupid style while standing on each others crotch It's f**ed Heard those beats about a hundred time But haven't heard a single sh** 'bout you man, it's that fine? First and foremost I host this style in my own way Akira keeping the beat flyer than f**ing c**aine Enter the 36 Chambers in my own brain Slain slaughter still siting on vault full of rhymes I came And change my whole mind Try'na claim and make the lame feel like "oh it's time" Make you think about what you think when you thinking But in a blink of an eye it's too late I'm sinking You forgot Graffiti B-Boy D-Jaying and emceeing No one can ever stop it! We perpetrating never wasting no time Putting this sh** to work on the 1-2 Why most rappers can't even spit a new style? Cause they wack dude! I smack fools! But fine I won't be bragging I won't be waisting no energy on some fake thugs Or some fools calling themselves prodigy Funkin' with the style and he say "Have the average emcee say give me a sick day!" Stand clear! Gather your stuff and get your queer a** out Rhymers like DOOM or Madlib won't be waiting on no timeout Study the rhymes the culture to rhyme about So much to learn, can't understand or figure out Bigger than any organisation you could be facin' Or wastin your imagination with a life you're hatin' f** fakin, stupid sh** I'm makin