MC The Rapper - Dope lyrics

(Verse 1) Top tier, right here ,makin' that quite clear The tactician back spittin' sabot ammunition Leavin' people awe struck, some in astonishment Rappin' a** n***a ,thanks for the compliment 'preciate ya realizin' my accomplishment Shout out to my comrades and accomplices I want revenue, that make an accountant sick Like Sir ,I'm sick of countin' it ,they out of it Feti fatigue, watches that machete ya sleeve Cut you off at the knees ,give a f** if you heard of me Spit absurd to the third degree ,personally Wack n***as in the game,its hurts to see Righteous 'round recordin' devices, this is church to me Lyrically ,beat you over head til its burgundy Etchin' murals embedded in my memory I'm not minor, just major in another key (Chorus) The hate in my city is intolerable I still bring in dollars tho I pledge to never wife a shallow ho You swear ya pockets deep but they really shallow tho Haters be heated when I come thru speakers beatin' Mad cause I'm eatin', pockets swole from ends I'm retrievin' Disrespectful, middle fingers the greetin' ,I be on some other sh** Y'all ain't even f**in' with turn me up and take another hit Dope (Verse 2) I don't go in, I kick the do' in, home invasions Brazen, when it comes to flowin' amazin' Surprise ya like a special occasion ,blazon Where the safe f** face ,have ya gift wrapped in ducted tape Criminal magnate, my metaphors aren't exempt Akin to felonious attempts, callous content Not for wimps, my thought process ,take a glimpse Mind clattered with things defined as gutter 16s and 12s beatin' like a muthaf**a Knockin' out windows and blowin' off shutters Trunk can register on the Richter, you get the picture Without the flicker, n***a ,this is what dreams are made of My tweeters makin' love with my subs,thunderin' Punishin' hoes they wonderin', where the cape is They outta luck, I'm puttin' my feet on these apids Crushin' competition 'til i get where my place is My slot, top spot, ain't a person safe b**h (Chorus) The hate in my city is intolerable I still bring in dollars tho I pledge to never wife a shallow ho You swear ya pockets deep but they really shallow tho Haters be heated when I come thru speakers beatin' Mad cause I'm eatin', pockets swole from ends I'm retrievin' Disrespectful, middle fingers the greetin' ,I be on some other sh** Y'all ain't even f**in' with turn me up and take another hit Dope