GMP da Icegod - Represent the Dopeness lyrics

[Verse 1] Other rappers better run for cover, cause there's no other Brother, with the rhymes he utters to s**ers that suffer It's the lyrical Souther with South Star bars That slam your chest hard, leave injuries badder than scars Bigger than Sagat, I 'Tiger Uppercut' your crew I bring rucks to, from over here to Kathmandu From Montreal to Nepal, it's the bluffs I call to all While you s**ers crawl in this lyrical brawl See your end is imminent, cause your rhymes are too feminine And sweet like cinnamon, while my flow is too infinite Like Eminem, there is no minimum limit Of bars I'm spittin that I've written in less than a minute I'm Restless like Xzibit, I don't pimp no rides I just bring damage to any emcee that hides I strike like thunder, spitting lyrical rain Faster than lightning, call me the Storm of Lyrical Pain [Verse 2] It's the homicidal disciple that awaits suicidal emcees That are in denial, thinking that they can rival My sk**, but I'm too ill, they need to chill Or they'll feel my ill will when I build up energy to k** With this one rhyme, one time for your mind Unsigned, but one of a kind with the sk** that's refined Don't need chains or rings, all I need is knowledge To demolish all MCs and teach them to acknowledge That the flows I spit with quick wit will cause them to quit And commit career suicide, that's it Like that's all, the end, finito, fin Moral of the story: to challenge is to sin [Verse 3] Dennis the Menace with the lyrical premise Of steady smackin with racquets of tennis so endlessly And lyrically with beats rhythmically Smacking your eardrums so horrifically Like a movie, where we skip to the murder scene Like Halloween or Friday the 13th I rhyme till it's my Last Supper, and that's word to my mother All the s**ers that's bu*ter better start running for cover When I come spittin' lyrical ammo with the hammer That clicks like a camera and cremates you in the amphora No bother being buried in the nearest cemetery Lyrical mercenary with rhymes and flows legendary Like one, two, three, four This some new stuff you never heard before You're an eyesore, you're beginning to bore With them dumb weak rhymes, mines'll leave your throat sore And your nose runny, this situation ain't funny, you dummy You don't believe I'll leave you with a sick tummy My dress code stay bummy, give up the pesos Before I get the chance to leave the whole floor tomato'd Ayo, step up, and I'll leave you messed up This is Rap Academy, you can call me The Professor Today's lesson is to never mess with me Ask yourself: do you wanna mess with me? [Outro] I represent the dopeness... in this lyrical dopeness... full of dopeness... (x2)