GZA/Genius - Paper Plate lyrics

You ever seen someone who roll with Mayweather, rhyme like Ricky Hatton Smash whatever you throw, 1000 is what I'm battin' Got a few hooks but no jabs Took 'em out your corndog books and notepads I get it, you got rich robbin' those in the industry Bite off this one, steal from your enemy Never try to play the hottest one out your camp He might step off and take half the joules from your amp Enough to make you vogue on the cover of GQ Only missin' the sheer blouse, homie, you see-through Stop sippin' on that Formula 50 They want heat, I'll give it to them, burnt and crispy Rhymes too short to box with God, so stretch it Especially these overrated rap Stepin Fetchits I told you if I rain, there'll be an eternal drizzle Woodwork strips being chipped with sharp chisels One verse shatter your spine and crush your spirit No matter what, you still window shop for lyrics If you's a pimp, put chicks on a stroll And if those your soldiers, give 'em bigger guns to hold Who shot ya? You don't have enough on your roster You move like a fed, but you talk like a mobster That yayo you slangin', please abort it Too many cuts on it, cokeheads they won't snort it Spray the Flea-Unit with pesticides You can get your best ghostwriters, get them all to testify Have you ever been stung by a thousand hornets? Five hundred k**a bees, buzzin' and really on it Whipped with Cuban Linx, cut with Liquid Swords Choked by Ironman 'til we crush your vocal cords You ain't nothin' but a pig in a blanket Hoghead, the deadliest food at the banquet All this rap crap that's trapped in your colon Only means, get rid of the wack sh-- you holdin' Sweet-tooth dudes, stay out the candyshop You ain't gotta handcuff 'em to see the panties drop A few cats is lookin' for a rat with cheese Got somethin' to pitch? They all swing a bat with ease Get your ankles broke while doin' your two-step Leave a "Thank you!" note for the crutches the Wu left Proactive rap, you know they put drug in the cream You hallucinate, see Kanye in your dream And yo, I don't smoke dust, I dust off Smokey and the Bandits With the brush stroke off the canvas I walk on your gators and lizards Raise the lynx that was k**ed for your minks, you be rockin' in blizzards Wanna be co*k 'til you walk the D-Block To get a transfer, I'll spread your wings like peaco*ks I was an emcee while you was in Nutville On a world tour, you was gettin' your guts spilled Ten years your senior but I flow like I'm twenty-one Straight from Medina, with a ma** of many suns Supernova, give off gamma-ray bursts And I'll finish this only, 'cause I let off first Wa**up?