Franc Grams - I Gotcha Back lyrics

[Hook] {x2} I gotcha back but you'se best to watch your front Cause it's the brothers that front they be on the hunt [Verse 1: Franc Grams] They criticize my moves, but copy my steps They wanna be me, but won't acknowledge my breaths They'll never come close.. no, not in my d**h I'm ten steps ahead of the sh** they plot next Changing the game, audibles Major pain, for those all opposed Slaughter all em, or the most I'm holocaustin all they flows These n***a outta know, if Franc say it belong it quotes Cause everything B Major, I never change up organ notes Slaying all that approaches, hanging 'em all from throats n Lyrically watch em cough and choke, the sh** I wrote is potent It's sorta bogus, I'll take they coffins and throw it The villin, then get to k**in the newbie that feels heroi Ya'll couldn't keep up wit the mind of this guy, I Would advise, while you might try, to reside on my side, why? You would hate to be on the wrong team, as that long lead Climbs mighty high, and the 1 with the loss leaves, please First me, no I ain't new Hova, smooth flower Move over, get moved or get moved over Hold up, I shut it down, work hard and abuse quotas These other n***as ain't got a shot, they too sober Roll up, I used to pa** piff and double ends Then I moved the crack, had me bubbling The Stacks-what-was-comin-in Fire on deck, they would get blasted and come again I just played the block like a bad b**h's ugly friend And now it's raps that I'm hustling Feds'll probably throw me in the bing for the tracks I be smuggling Each bar a ball, 16 two O's All my grindin n***as do the math, n***as too slow, oh Was known by the fiends, for coke that I re'd In O's for cheese, never was I known for the keys Or known by the D's, was smooth I just sold for my needs Got the bills paid, stayed fly and roamed as I please Studio session, shuttin down the dopiest emcees Flow is just mean, not a n***a close in his dreams I keep it real, I don't fabricate sh** While these rappers make everything Like b**hes with low self esteem, sheesh My ways leave me in a better state, never break If that fraud sh** k**ed, y'all n***as would never waste Spending cake on these b**hes Please, I don't set up dates I just get these hoes home cheap, me? I'm section 8 Ay look, Apathy, it's sad to see, half of the these Wack emcees, act like they spazzing each track that they rap that trash I be Actually laughing Assa**inate em happily, track or battles, ain't half of me A match for me? I'd have to see [Hook] [Verse 2: Apathy] You better hope for the best but prepare for the worst So prepare for my verse to come tearing through Earth Like an asteroid, bigger than the moon Black hole, vacuum, robotic, bionic baboon Black mask on my face, raccoon, bank robber steez Slang meth like a message from Mephistopheles My isosceles pyramid contains remains of the pharaohs Marrow and veins, their golden chains, spaceships and thangs Hooks on their nose that'll extract they brains Better run and hide, motherf**ers get mummified Put out in the sun and dried and over a dozen died Constructing a tomb, met destruction and doom Resurrected in the semen and get s**ed in the womb Like a cycle it's forever it's the Alpha Omega I'm a warrior, war with me and get scalped for your feather Got a scout on the mountain That sends a signal to thousands of warriors That are shouting louder than coyotes howling Gauging eyes and disemboweling, fountains of blood spouting Denouncing your gods, decapitated head bouncing Douse 'em with gas, I'll light a match while I'm lounging Upon the couch while you're crouching Inside the corner just cowering Nothing foul as a stench of the wench serving the ale I'm on a search for the Grail, I'll leave these serpents impaled My dick inside a p**y resembles the birth of a whale My verse's land me in jail I'll sell a verse for the bail I'll reverse with the tail, spinning while I'm spitting out hail Like I'm Jack Frost, I'll jack off on your female You better back off or blast off rockets like Soviets Assa**inate your b**h a** and all your a**ociates Even the sharks will get shook when Ap's circling My rap's perfect, I chop pussies, I'm ax murdering I'm evil as Hitchco*k whenever the fifth co*ked So f*ggots trying to say they hip hop better kick rocks I'm bagging up grams so my brother Grams (What other Grams?) Ain't no other Grams, just a bunch of f**ing holograms [Hook] I gotcha back {x4}