SwizZz - 989 (DFUOB6 Entry) lyrics

[Verse 1: Grampa Alex] Guess I'm first up to bat - 'Bout to hit a homerun: Babe Ruth the track I'm a smooth talker, like a diplomat I gotta chase this dream 'til it's where I'm at k** everything, shoot from the iliac They'll remember what I write, like the Iliad Kick back, have a chat with the abstract maniac, 'til he snaps and you get trapped, better get back! Got a problem with these rappers blowing up Real recognize real, you ain't showing up Never been real, you were only showing off God all on my side, so I'm going off Murdering the track like a hitman I'm just trying to do my best to make a hit, man Everybody go insane when I be chopping, can't believe what they be hearing when I flow it like this, man! Ah! Hungry for the fame, I could just eat a beat Cause I'm out of my mind, call me B.o.B Or maybe Nicki, hah Watch what you say to me Cause I don't fool around, I don't fear nobody but G-O-D See I, Relapse and Recover Then go Berzerk on another Yo, but my rhymes ain't Shady No, I don't be undercover I say it out in the open Even if it sounds like I'm braggin' In this rap Game of Thrones I'm one of the last of the dragons Out [Verse 2: Excursion] Verse two, you already knew Excursion, I'm brand new Hopped up on this verse, like I ran through Damn, I even gained a couple fans, too You let a man loose Who could hand you A verbal grandstand like I'm Wilkes Booth You got the chills, boo? Got the chills, too? This is what lyrical sk**s can do When they appeal to you And they feel it, too I'm the biggest catch, are you gonna reel it, too? My rhymes in the bank, I'ma steal it, too I'm just trying to make some bank with a deal or two Let's break it down Let's get it started I'll show you how I drain the market You take a deal, throw it in the garbage Hold up, flow's about to get retarded In '96, I was born a psycho Cause sometimes, I just wanna fight a dike ho With a rifle strapped to my Mongoose bike, though I might just explode on this tight flow I'm white, yo, so it'll be quite a sight, bro It's nice to know that you can't even write, though I might go James on a beat, like Franco Y'all f*ggots weep, like your name was Frank O Sometimes, I just wanna choke a rapper Grab his career and then choke it after All for a couple of jokes and laughter I'm just a broke, psychotic ba*tard 20-14, and it's getting faster So damn fast, I can barely catch it Other rappers gonna try and match it Spit this sh**, but I barely practiced [Outro Verse: Both Rappers] Back from the dead, where's my Jackson jacket? You make me laugh, you and your wack clique On the attack, like I'm back in action f** you up like a fifth of Captain Can't kick me, I'm like the baddest habit Go off on the beat, like it's automatic k**ing these rappers, need a ma** of caskets Knock 'em all dead, hats off to Ca**ius - Clay. Coming straight out the Bay So listen close what we 'bout to say I'm not trying to be overplayed I just want an outlet to ignore the pain Hold up, motherf**er, let me turn the page I spent years, studied up, and I learned the game You learned the same, but I yearn to say I was sent to put you other rappers to shame