YTCracker - Penned Secretions (ft. 303infinity) lyrics

I'm reminiscing of the last time I [?] Transition attacking newbies with the War of Attrition Civil war, civility, hampering my ability To get diabolical and bring sk** against thee All these other so-called emcees so they dropping knowledge Come about see they are community college My sh** is Stanford, yeah, Harvard, Princeton: Ivy League Dougie Houser, Sean Power, interest quality Since the day I was conceived in the image of my messiah I've been rocking just providing you with what you require Bringing message like a squire, another emcee dire Striking fear into the hearts of emcees making them retire Force your pension plans early watch me steal your girly Slap you fast like Larry, Moe, and Curly In case you didn't notice my jokers joke preach way above most people's reach I don't rap about smoking or the bubonic chronic Because rhymes like that are just straight moronic The reality I don't talk about outfoxing others Rather sit outside your house and outfox your mothers All the sits in this city remain to sit pretty Compared to you my equanimity is real is real itsy-bitsy But I could care less because I'm a true malefactor In prison I get mowed over by a trailer tractor Still claim I'm a thug cause I've done illegal actions Just don't claim that I'm a member of opposing factions Midlife wil probably get me shot anyhow But I run like a b**h want to hear the first kablaugh [303infinity] Better than While I raised my lyrical weapon You stepped in Just like debit, I'm checking [YTCracker] And I chase it In the darkness of my basement My journals filling up with mistakes I made encased in [303infinity] Parallel While poetically ventured Secret from my pen now Past and present you believe in the end now Watch me get in on the DJ who spins now [YTCracker] I murder more on the mic than the streets have I produce more bumping goods than a meth lab I hit more keys than the coke-slingers even see me Only colors I respect are white, black, and green My styles might have you throwing tapes out of moving cars My flows might have you thinking that I'm a retard My looks might have you ripping down mirrors in your apartment But game is so fat that you think my name is Cartman