Martin Sky - Crack For The Ma**es lyrics

[Verse 1] n***a welcome to good raps The champ is on the mic and he spits sh** The k**er on the loose finna' k** beats It's deeper than hip hop, I'm feedin' dope rhymes to the ma**es I'm comin' up slow as mola**es, my times near ...Uhn, I'm -- Iller than sick pups I be on my iron man air missiles fly as f** The dope crew ain't no point in even trying us f** shady deals ain't no labels gone' be buyin' us Desire to spit ill sh** Thinkin' out the box, I be on that hella real sh** Blast through the speakers as I'm rappin in these sneakers And these NB's got a n***a rockin' foreign features I be jammin' in these beat by Dre And I'm know for makin' beats by the day I'm a rapper by night Better beware cuz' a n***a be on the come up I'm cuttin' n***as off and ain't' no room for a f** up The rappin' a** genius, yall rappin' is tedious Denim with the creases, higher volume than speakers is Top scorer, ballin like small forwards Beat pad bangin' on dope MIDI recorders I'm enlisted in an army full of emcees Thirst for the fame, they talent is half empty Keepin' every verse 100 like two 50's The labels still sleepin' they continue to be picky,fu*k EM! I don't think that they could handle the reality And I sneeze when I hear you rap it's the allergies You spittin' the BS this is recess And I'm on the job so just ask me "where the beats at?" When it comes the instrumentals, Ima statutory Rape it, and pay the engineer to f**in' tape it And get a disc jockey on the stage just to scrape it I'm tryna blow up but my head ain't gettin' inflated Too many emcees thinkin they k**in it but isn't sick Them n***as bite, but I bite back back I'm venomous Friday the 13th, Mask on k**in sh** Bombs over Baghdad , blast in the villages Modern Vintage on that Wu Tang Roots sh** The rhyme scheme have a n***a lost lookin clueless Gimmie' the mic, gimmie' the loot, gimmie the instrumentals I deliver a bra** knuckle to yo f**in' dentals Forever laced in the cleanest threads Make a n***a reconsider everything he said Bodybaggin' these sixteens with ease I rip spleens in these SB's and raw denim n***a They hate hard cuz' a n***a spit They said I should stop cursin' but I said, "f** censorship" Aw man, what's the plan tryna' cop? What you got? Man I got the dopest rhymes on the block n***a