Material Theory - Beware lyrics

[Intro: eXceL] I wanna hear respect in these n***as voices when they talk about us I gave you fair warning n***a I told you motherf**ers This ain't no f**ing joke n***a [Verse 1: eXceL] We got the famous hooks like Oscar De La Hoya Leave these beats bruised up, like the eyes of LaToya Jackson, I'm a warrior, Speedy Claxton I be Jamie Foxx, all these other rappers Braxton Leaving n***as on the floor for more, I'm sure My status elevated like a c**aine spore, leave em' High and dry like tides, but I be cleaner Far from average, but couldn't get any meaner f** an S3, I'm the greatest in the galaxy Bodying anatomies, with lyrical fatalities Got the crazed flow like pipes in an asylum But I never lie Smash your phones together, that's an iPhone 5 Can't even call for help, like your iPhone died Siri said you hot? Well your iPhone lied These labels tryna front like I'm not that guy Like stuck up celebrities, they don't got no time They just not gon' sign, a real motherf**er They cannot see why These other rappers similar to Chris gay Bosh Tryna team with Wade and LeBron and think that they hard But be softer than a f**ing marshmallow on a pillow Next to the bare a** of a baby with a willow in hand I got blueprints, these n***as got plans And wonder why I k** em, every way, every damn Time the stepping forward, ain't no weapons that can short us Pa**ing judgement, but could never really court us Put the metal to your face like Victor Von Doom Or Tony Stark, Optimus Prime, I got the spark And energon, to go on, on any song I do belong, in catalogues, and plenty long Lists of spits who sh**, bringing them hits Of rappers who box in the booth, spitting them fists on a rope I hope they can cope [Verse 2: Kfrxsh] I heard em talking bout the present and the future But n***as living in the past are only out to shoot ya And I could tell you stories ‘bout rappers who never made it 40 years & still in the club sayin' we made All iced out, but j**elry is gold plated Spent a thousand on ya clothes, ya style is outdated Faded off the henny but that is an understatement I been k**ing beats for years, but a n***a just underrated I heard ya top 5, I probably wasn't one of em' 5 bad hoes & I bet you I'm f**in 2 of em' All ya favorite rappers I bet you I'm k**ing all of em' Stunting on the gram, ya likes, you bought all of em' Come on, why you acting like you living lavish A 9 to 5 beat a jail sentence any day Blowing all your cash, never saved for a rainy day Open up the window let the rounds from the semi spray A hollow tip'll hit you a n***a first, call it Ray J And it can't get no realer, never been a k**er, but hang with gorillas Style is on point, John Wall with fashion sense That mean I ball & all you do is ride the bench You see the clothes never make a man You could wear a Gucci belt & still be a booty n***a Broke n***as always be the flashiest with no swag I wear a $20 dollar tee & probably still bag Which ever girl, you be all up in her DM'S I hate a lame n***a, I wouldn't wanna be em'