Nikobeats - Dead Emcee lyrics

(Verse) Where's my pen at, b**hes and n***as are hoping Xanax I been awoke, I'm never pa**ing out, your man's next Don't step, Jedi-Ruk enuh wah test These beats pump like the heart beneath my chest The day it stops, is when hip-hop does But for now I'm hitting home runs with my Louisville Slug I'm never prone to start holding a grudge Only on the system that won't budge When we give them a nudge Even an eye witness can't do sh** There's not enough i's to capture the same image I'm always in the kitchen; Look how I whip it, how i whip it Discombobulating n***as with the way I'm crack spitting There's no “oh's" and “ahh's” My life be like a movie revolved around loot and broads I'm tryna push music in units like Newton's Law You can't catch up to the God, I'm saying au revoir (Chorus)(x2) Y'all don't want the verbal weaponry, I been iller than leprosy I don't know why y'all just keep testing me I don't know why y'all just keep testing me Unless you wanna see another dead emcee (Verse) For me, there's no dead end to hip-hop There's mad ophidians on the ladder tryna cop a spot They remind me of the 06' Kid Bop I stand tall like a King and these pawns get knocked And these puns get dropped in numerous bunches Swinging like Rocky Marciano with the punches Swift bodily functions, watch the left hook My mobs deep, so of course I'll leave them shook It's the Prime Minister like Fidel Castro This lyrical sinister is just tryna get cashflow And I know all the reasons why I rap for And I know how to draw my weapons like Pica**o You can never draw that away from me I ain't got no time to wait for these mm emcees I got directories in different sectors Please, you just can't F with a G Damn, I give them hell that's one of my specialties (Chorus)(x2) Y'all don't want the verbal weaponry, I been iller than leprosy I don't know why y'all just keep testing me I don't know why y'all just keep testing me Unless you wanna see another dead emcee (Verse) Watch all the spirits stay afloat It's all apart of the game like slaves on a boat Strapped to shackles, then you got my bars to handle I keep it burning like a wick on a candle I'm sick on demand though, you gotta pay-per-view Just kick back and puff a Pepé Le Pew For you, that may be a second escape route And you choose, cause I don't live by no rules Unless you wanna see another dead emcee, don't step close Cause I'll hit y'all in your chest like the you weed toke Cause I'll hit y'all in your chest like the you weed toke So I just suggest you don't step close