Kawann Shockley - No Grudge lyrics

Verse 1 (DN3): Step back to take a sec to think how cats was jerked 1-12-76 Mel fell to the earth Now you know you need to cease with them corny rap shows Boy my appetite equivalent to space blackhole[?] And uh you'll get handled in an orderly fashion Defecating on your chain that you're probably flashing And uh think I'm playing the game? I'm not grinning That's like R Kelly having a thing for older women That's like Suge Knight when he dressing in drag With Mos Def and Dead Prez rock Confederate flags And the radiation stabs so bad ya did the math When me and O collab we rip the phone books in half And y'all run for cover when we dig in the stash Ya little crabs probably mad ‘cause y'all stuck in the past So if you wanna take a stab exercising the [?] You gotta get past the random [?] Dr. Nina help ‘em out ‘cause these cats can't get it Like Philly win the championships please forget[?] it Yeah I said it Verse 2 (Random, aka Mega Ran): In the beginning rappers were after respect And not after a check never blasting a tech But now the game done flipped to chains and whips What part of the game is this? It's getting dangerous Yeah the rounded partake in my thesis Props to Nina the High Priestess Break emcees in fine pieces When delivering synonyms get it in So cold got ‘em shivering law-breaking citizens It's rhyme time rap-Einstein Typewrote the fine line between commercial rap guidelines ‘cause blackout had the clubs poppin' Guess I'm a hypocrite ‘cause I ain't club hoppin' You s**ers for love, sweep rap critics under the rug Interviews with your fam prove you wasn't a thug I'm just raw lyrical prowess I've been about it And if you doubt it I diss you and write a song about it I'm sicker than SARS when spittin' these bars From n*ggas to gods get rid of these frauds wherever they are Verse 3 (O'hene): Yeah, I put a spell on you like Nina did And exceed the grid of what a technical genius is O will spit plasma, go and get Casper You actor my mantra Sanskrit and Tantra Tarantula sicker than intestinal cancer The anthropological answer with a sampler I can co*k syllables like a Bach interval Piping hot spit at you like a Pac interview I'm sick, no, I'm damn near dying But can't hear Zion so I stand here writing With the courage of a lion Discourage what you buying now you check for us What you ain't to a plank you a speck of dust Verbal tech'll bust crush replicas Catch a buzz from the tongue smoke left from us RAHM Records cuzz, home to roots like Geffen was Reverse record dubs like dyslexic clubs You should be hired to be fired Rehired and refired until you're retired Go retire somebody's Bentley ‘cause in a century you'll never be an emcee