SC Static - Don't Fuk Up Our Beats Contest 6 lyrics

Don't Fu[n]k Up Our Beats Contest 6 Lyrics Started out as I sparked leaves when skipping cla** Gravitated to raw beats and written raps Associated with car thieves and prison rats But never got into armed beef when giving daps I changed lanes as the car speed was zipping past Same pace as a heart beat after sniffing crack The truth is saved through the lies of a noble man The booth is slayed, music dies from my spoken plan Don't act like you know, deny if you overstand Mind of a wizard with the eyes of an older man Climb through the blizzard to the highest that's known to man Sky is the limit, if you try then you'll know you can He sits alone and replies to his only fans Rhymes in abundance I supply but there's no demand Tried for the million hundredth time in a hopeless jam Finally facing his demise and he chose his stance I've been gifted with these rhymes that I'm known for saying Following my palm's life line in my open hand Freezing rain, nice weather on occasion Seasons change, ice wedges through the pavement Frightened nights in immaculate valleys The lightening strikes, branches start collapsing around me Fans evacuate cause they heard that you're show bound Watch populated places turn to virtual ghost towns The kid is back supplying hearses upon the beat I spit a rap and body verses beyond belief So now I'm broke loosing bills whenever cable's due Stealing's how I pay for food, my meals are microwavable I will when I am able to reflect upon the horror Possess the intellect with the intentions of a Martyr When pride overrules, pa**ion negates So when your arrogance inflates, then your casket awaits Ain't no tellin' when the reaper comes to ask for your fate Somewhere between reasonably early and fashionably late But wait, now let's imagine if the Mayan's were right I guess that displays the irony and science of life Last year I did this contest the same way Bought 2 beats and shot a video to make pay But they wouldn't accept it cause I ain't make date I guess that I must've submitted it a day late Like hey great, so all that work that I just put into Murkin' those two verses with those beats that I just purchased to Not even get considered, so this is what it's turn into If I don't win this contest I'll personally f**in' murder you Cause you're a tease like a stripper with her tops covered I'll make you bleed with incisions from a boxcutter Then flee the scene with a bang from a popped muffler I'm hard to find like Saudi-American crop dusters I k** rappers cause you blatant f*gs can't rhyme Then walk into the booth with a Jason mask tan-line I think I might just hit his motherf**ing teeth and chin I think I lost this contest cause I'm f**ing up the beat again Cause I'm just vibing of some fresh weed baggage With the best leaves packaged from the West-East atlas So I best wreak havoc on these MC braquets They'll say SC Static is the next B-Rabbit If it was up to me then I'd k** it for 9 minutes Cause greatness should never be given a time limit So for the last bar, I'm spittin' very hot sh** Hip hop lives with 3 minutes on the dot b**h