Zakk Scott - Fiend of Hip Hop lyrics

[Produced by D-Lyt] [Verse 1] Warning you now you about to drown in my stream of consciousness And that's not a consequence of pompousness or overconfidence Talking I promise, I'm going to be bigger than Christopher Wallace And I'll have to get a pair of pants his size to fit my wallet Prick I'm flawless, I'll beat Medusa at a staring match Got the stones to say you're better than that you'll get your larynx snapped I carry rap it's very bad for those who want to compare to Zakk I don't bring to the table no generic brand how rare is that? Rarer than striking the lottery and getting struck by lighting Till you're dumbstruck, what dumb luck, don't know what the f** I'm writing I just write the thoughts that strike me, you'd be wrong to take em lightly You can try to stack up but the only one-at-this height's me You gon need a ruler if you trying to measure up Rappers got a sense of humor saying they make better stuff I'm like a power outage on computers, I just shut it down You should treat your sh** like a tumor, and cut it out [Hook] *Straight out the f**ing dungeons of rap, d-dungeons of rap* *The lyrically acclaimed, the lyrically acclaimed* *Can't leave rap alone-* *The fiend of hip hop got me stuck like a crackpipe* *-the game needs me* [Verse 2] Now Nas I just sampled your voice, you want to start beef? I know that you spit Ether but I'll ignite you like car keys I'm ill as possible, philosophical in nature But sometimes that leads to irresponsible behavior You can call me tech savvy because I'm tablet shopping I'm just trying to see the Galaxy while I'm acid dropping Growing up yeah I'm finally learning how to deal with it Always spit the realest sh** because this here is my meal ticket I blend in like chameleons, this pen game's in my helixes Reeling in the audience, my audio they feeling it So word to competition there's a new kid on the block Zakk Scott can rock the spot and he can do it off the top All I gotta do is freestyle to spit a genius verse So once I hit the charts I'll tank tops like sleeveless shirts You ain't heard nothing if you think you heard the worst You're about to see I get more perverse per verse [Hook] [Verse 3] I got hypocritic critics snapping at me for not rapping black Reacting bad because I don't feel I have to act, imagine that Just trying to mask the fact that I'm above the box they stuck in Got nothing else to say because they know I'm not to f** with Ain't gon act no other way, Zakk's white, that's right *The fiend of hip hop got me stuck like a crackpipe* You'll never see me act like something that I'm not Especially to impress kids who looking like They came straight out the Girl Scout catalogue, selling tagalongs Ha, now go running back to mom All my inlaws gon be outlaws, I'm creative like a southpaw And that's why you're never going to see my downfall Some rappers out there just don't got it upstairs, like no attic But all my bars penetrate deeper than Proactive Every one'll have you jumping like Jack when you're bumping that Just stating the f**ing facts, always coming straight out the