Kilogram - f** n***a lyrics

[Layne Jazzey] f** n***a! Had me not taught you rap You would never understand What to write with a pen... I taught you from A, B to the Z Letter But i never brag about it Cause im so fed up You took me for granted Turned my lessons to venec As you thought you would Spit better f** it, Imma k** you with This flow, throw A tough blow, no gloves on better Hide behind your bro... Or wear a bra, you just Another who*e, coming from A s*ut womb Who used to think that She was hot But she was silly cold and She worn mini skirts Seducing little boys Hoping that she get it on While your pop was at his job Thinking when he came back He would f**in hit it strong But your daddy was wrong... I'm reverting this hip hop game To the one of 2Pac and Biggie Better not f** with me Cause that's what it was That's what it is my n***a That's why i blast I never got mercy for these Dummy fake f**s This rap game i own it And there's only one king Y'meee f** you i'm the one Try to rap smarter You lame you still dumb I gave you my verses You won rap battles cause you Were rapping my verses Taught you how to turn them Good words to phrases When you diss me in your tracks Don't forget i'm illmatic You just a new comer n***a Follow the basics How can a kid k** a grown Man? are you mad real? Nursed you from baby steps Covered your a** with napkins Cause i taught you best Now you think you the rap king? My raps are like sh** you Better close your nostrils I deliver like a river you Can't stop my flow b**h I'm coming with another bomb You cannot f** with You just started me Be ready for the steam Be ready for the heat Be ready for your slaughter When i jump in every Beat You can't start a beast and Expect to live free Watch me grab a hammer And demolish all your dreams I used to let you enter every Room in my crib Screaming that you loyal b**h like you always be You ain't nothing but A snake n***a You better wife your own Sister After this rap did done your Chick is gonna dump you.... My rap sh** is so sinister... I rap better than your Features... I got heat like the heater... I run this game like Mr Carter... Gotta keep going harder... Young n***a, imma k** you Now Never heard of this sh**, its A unique sound I guess you know my aim that I'm aiming for the clouds I wanna make it rain on your Fans in the crowd Spit the realest sh** that'll Make my mama proud She wonder why i diss n***as Why i play foul? Mami rap ain't fair i gotta Stay strapped Put my name in the list of Street names on the map I wanna be remembered when they See me they should clap Forget about my flaws, my jokes In the back of the cla** Same n***a that i'm dissing ain't Even got grade ten When he see me in the streets He pretend we best friends I pa**ed grade twelve and hit The road to Joburg A n***a started changing Hating on my lifestyle As i'm heading for success I will never compromise Blood on my hands, did a n***a Sacrifice? I tried to do right I tried to be nice But n***as ain't polite They always wanna fight!!! END!!!