Tabs - D.O.A. (One Man Army) lyrics

Broadcasted live from up top of your grave-site Your thot a** could hide but I got you in plain sight In the darkness the snakes bite so I learned to stay bright By manifesting wave lengths of day light to blaze mics You can't stop the truth when I go my crew by me Thought some higher ground today, my sound waves are tsunami Y'all should move on if you're tryna move on me This verse contains enough napalm to take on two armies So reach for something or better yet keep it tucked in My upper cut could bust a nut, you still wouldn't see it coming If you ain't down for teaching young'uns with these deep discussions You can go f** yourself like as**ual reproduction I'm excessively forceful and even more so When I shoot a wack rapper in the torso with my cross bow Til he contacts us through Morse code Cuz there's lost souls letting off soft flows from the crossroads So surrender in failure before I let my pen impale ya You prevail with b**h traits and fixate on my genitalia It sounds terrible, I walk around with generals And the only time you clowns get down is around genitals You some fake crooks on Facebook and Myspace Some internet gangsters here to talk sh** to my face You might of had us fooled but now the truth's exposed You ain't no thug busting slugs, you have trouble shooting loads So I pitifully ridicule and belittle these little fools So lit the fuse, can't accept different views cuz they hitting snooze Listen dude you got sh** confused and misconstrued I ain't here to play games and it's been the same way since middle school Here's a little j**el for these individuals to listen to Some simple rules you can live by if you choose Instead you sing the blues giving interviews from swimming pools Cuz your minuscule album couldn't f** with my interludes So these peons will only be on temporarily Showed me sk** that's supposedly ill so I set the remedy It was allegedly said that the ?? has been dead for centuries So I take the head of enemies for revenge and will avenge their memory Had to censor sense of me, I knew I'd be condemned eventually I can see where we're heading, my perception in extra sensory Hip-Hop's depressing me cuz I knew the day was coming Where you could be like Lil Wayne's and get famous for saying nothing If you know like I know then throw your damn hands up And told these clowns to sit the f** down that's why they can't stand up And what, ain't gotta hold a 9 to blow your mind Although it couldn't hurt cuz y'all put in work, we put in overtime Why you claim to be a student of the game if you ain't I got my Masters, these fools is on some preschool finger paint Y'all get ripped apart but there's a larger issue I got that official art and your sh** is artificial From above the clouds I drop pounding rain to drown the game Our culture's going down the drain cuz all these clowns sound the same Just a bunch of new jacks that never did the data They make a few tracks and they career fizzles out a minute later So b**h holler, I'm an astonishment cuz it's notta For you to swallow dick just to make a quick dollar These clowns are not scholars They got to throw a textbook from off the top of a college to drop knowledge Some fake garbage, that's why it's hard to keep it real with cats They insist to keep f**ing with this sh** like fecalpheliacs I ain't feeling that, they forgot what it's all about Too busy talking bout they fortune or tryna walk it out So I gotta ask, is Hip-Hop in the building And if not, what are you giving to your children Some watered down clowns that forgot to bring the pa**ion Cuz they're too busy flashing bling, singing and finger snapping Without slow-mo visual you can see those criminals Engage in they prototypical h*mo rituals Up in the camera looking Screwface but you fake Guaranteed your whole crew ate huge plates of tube steak And let me guess, you gon' come and get me next Too bad you brandish the weapon fully loaded with empty threats And you're so dumb cuz I don't run from no one I just flip the issue and pistol whip you with your own gun My God this cat is tryna rhyme hard But his verses got more punch ins than a f**ing time card He believes the illusions, those illusions are unsettling He wouldn't have a dope track if his wack a** was shooting h**n Your story bores me, I could sum it up in one chapter These gun clappers and thug rappers are really fudge packers Claiming they'll put me in a body cast and I'll probably laugh Cuz you about as straight as OJ's polygraph Now we reach the time where I destroy my opponents I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy every moment And it sounds like you talking sh** clown But I'm from Spliff Town, we smack a b**h down like Chris Brown And your misconception is that I won't kick your chest in Equipped with weapons that split seconds in six sections I'll make an interjection, they injecting the infection It's infesting throughout our lives from all the lies we ingesting It's all a big scheme, but there ain't no f**ing with this team We use your face as a split screen when we spit our 16 You'll leave the cypher with huge scars Cuz it seems I can fit the content of your 16 in two bars Yeah you're f**ed, I don't know what you thought You try to box with God but your arms is much too short Ain't much you could touch, you should just chill Cuz your arms is too short like two shorts of Bushwick Bill's f** what the rest said, claiming they spit flames I'm cold blooded like Rick James on his d**h bed Y'all get it f**ed up like meth heads getting high off pet meds I know what's up, I show the kids how we get f**ed like s** ed Cuz the state of Hip-Hop is disgusting I'm fed up, heads don't even get up like erectile dysfunction That's why we need the soldiers cuz these greedy vultures Got plans to eat the culture til all that's left is mediocre But the solution's not eluding me I'ma put this game under a tremendous amount of scrutiny til we musically were we used to be Before the main aim of the game was to let your chain bling Back when freestyling, off the head was the same thing They kicking dirt on the family name It's a shame it went from Big Daddy to Danity Kane Still we all wylin, singing a song smiling Hip-Hop is not dead, it's on a respirator in Strong Island So f** auto-tune, we make music I don't even like that sh** when T-Pain use it So how about some hardcore How about some breakdancers on some cardboard so we can preserve the art form Instead we follow clones, that's why I'm known for hating rappers If it ain't about the love what's your motivating factor I guess it's just the cash, well guess what I think you got your head stuck directly up your a**hole Often I roam doing courses unknown But I roll with Bad Karma, why would I walk it alone What you expect when you tossed stones at a porcelain home I'll scalp that a** and show you the meaning of 'off of the dome' I mean enough's enough, what you f**ing up the game for I'ma rip this industry apart and I'm starting at the main floor Life's a gamble, so don't bet on my rivals Cuz when the collision's head on they dead on arrival Yeah, had enough of you fake a** rappers. A bunch of bullsh** freestyles. Oh yeah that's a freestyle. f**ing wrote that sh** the same day. That's some f**ing bullsh** man, I remember what freestyle is. That's instant composition mothaf**er. That's off the dome. That's off the head. That's spitting it right there, on the spot. Not some fake bullsh** you recycle. Taking like three raps and throwing them sh**s together. Come up with some fresh sh** for the DJ. That DJ s**s anyway. Playing some watered down Hip-Hop, no wonder why we drowning in this bullsh**. Here to take this sh** man. Tab One. I'm f**ing out. Bad Karma. 2009. Don't forget this sh**. Take this sh** into consideration. Before I gotta come back. Put your careers to a f**ing halt. This is just one/sixth of Bad Karma, y'all don't want to see the other five. d**h to wack rappers. Main stream I'll take a piss in it. Y'all make me sick. I'm out