Self- Produced - Amnesia (Remix) lyrics

Homies Think they're somethin' when their nothin' When their beats are Bumpin' Their old tunes? Completely Irrelvant Because it's old news I don't wanna hear that I don't wanna hear the Wack Tracks It sounds like sh** I feel like im listenin to the a** raps Your lyrics are near sh** Again I don't wanna hear it Im about to cut your wack a** out Shear it and clear it Im like Who do these motherf**ers think they are? Think they cool, think they fresh They really think they're hard These rappin' heteros**uals Think they're something intellectual Well you have met your match The b.o.m. is incredible Flavor is so original You be thinkin it's edible Well catch me if you can The bom is uncatchable Blunt after blunt, the BO.M. is on cloud 9, Puffin' up his own He be spittin' up all the loud rhymes Snatchin' up the loud dimes Speakin' all profound rhymes Now you catch an attitude? Well it' about time I was beginning To start thinkin' That you kicked rocks Well start spittin' The clocks tickin' like tick tock It's unbelievable I'm rappin' up a storm I'm all over the news just to keep you informed But I don't even have To you can hear me from a mile away You better do what I say Or else you can hit the highway This is my residence The evidence is up in the crowd You can come join me appoint me All up in the clouds Swear my days are limited If I'm in this sh** To win this sh** So dj spin that sh** so I can make them limitless ~ The B.O.M