Lil Crazed - MC Showcase 2011 lyrics

They say it's your turn Crazed, it's time to k** it baby Who is he, expect the scrutiny because of the skin i carry But root for me, as you could see no other similarity First were booing me now they salute me like the military I remember clearly, there was barely a hype Now they anticipate when i take my blackberry and type Blog on various sites, about when i bury the mic Saying this beast spits heat, 212 degrees fahrenheit So check the furnace, i burn it, staying concurrent With verbal murders on purpose, it's like i write raps in cursive When this man's spitting, his hand writtens stay in motion Like a DAM'S LIFTED all across the whole bay's ocean I STAY FLOWING, with an "odd future" like Frank Ocean Except i don't contain novocain for the pain I just overdose on beats i throw over an open flame And cook it up with heat, so shouts to Lil B Woooh, swag, based in the basement Top spot locked like a safe in the bank sh** Prior, you admired Sahtyre, it's time i light it cuz well He pa**ed the cypher to "Man On Fire," i'm Denzel "American Gangster" not, but criminal plots I'm in my living room just thinking of new victims to crop Out the picture, and never took subliminal shots But leave a G SHOCKed, like i lost a DIGITAL WATCH, gosh And i'm light as hell, can't you tell But still get Jacked Son, take an L, Samuel Get "SHAFT"ed you ba*tards or aka rappers Who happen to be the sh**, here borrow my son's pampers It's clear though, you zero i'm the number that come's right after Put you on a platter, smash on it, then start to counting backwards A firecracker type modern rapper that models desire after STEPHAN swagger, they swallow all of my "Family Matters" But a nerd so lovable, when i turn right back into urkal And fly, no need for personal jets or reside in terminals Forget a pilot, a pirate, don't care about the car i be in, (Caribbean) They staring and repeating like parrots the bars i feed 'em Haters always tell me "eat a cat, rookie" A freak on the beats the way i eat that p**y Good riddance to these kittens and writtens they all spitting I kick it with the golden (Gold in) Entourage, jeremy piven And shout to all of my cambodians and such Cuz my people hold me down, that's my anchor, what (Angkor Wat) That line might have been over ya head, limbo But i'm gearing for that non-predictable lyrical sh** That these mini little minuscule minded kids couldn't get Unless you rewind my video, play it back, listen again And read the lyrics scripted in description box below Then you pricks could witness how vicious this sh** is i got to show