Termanology - Derelict lyrics

[Verse 1: Ea$y Money] I'm a motherf**ing derelict, n***a, títere malo He f** with Easy, he get a hollow Show no remorse, please tell him I don't Give a f** about you, eat dick and swallow Better put them on ST. we are A bunch of mon-S-T-E-Rs Run up on you all, let three squeeze off Draw blood like a phlebotomist when I clap mine Your life, that's synonymous with your rap lies You called a snitch on anonymous rat lines Y'all know just what time it is when I rap I'm Goin' down as one of the best that did it Wanna go rhyme for rhyme, I brought some rounds This ain't no merry-go, I don't horse around Easy will slaughter clowns, funny how the rap game In a drought when it's so watered down [Verse 2: Termanology] I'm a derelict peace to my cousin Derek in the bing He go and said it h**n sellin' adrenaline I'm Einstein with the rhyme, Bonnie and Clyde Me and my fine mami will ride, show me a sign Getting money and I'm on it, distorting these rappers, flaunting this It's more than a vick I'm plotting I'm robbing the whole economy I step into the booth I turn it into a sauna I'm chilling in the Bahamas you chilling in your pajamas, b Hickory dock hot nickels will pop I'm on tour with [front?] doc and go on selling the rock I'm the same old Term, [quarter water?] trying to roll up Better hold up if you want to talk sh** ‘bout we I'm history and I get more gs than the average rapper Will ever get or see. Unfortunately for you, I'm going to stick around Keep my weed bright green, but I keep my liquor brown [Verse 3: Reks] Yo I'm a derelict, definite rhyme specialist Rap's still in a deficit unless you mention my syndicates Speaking through raw epilogue Easy, Term, see to earn Leapfrog, it's your turn, jump on in Buzz on them, [?] in, bust your gun I clench my pen, k** the ma**es with the paragraphs Us go in. Y'all just burst my thoughts cursed Bar first, guzzle, bartender hustle hustle Trying to keep it authenticious slaying the towns style Brain in the clouds now my wildstyle Fab Five Freddyish, ready set get your green on Your clock HNIC, someone to lean on f** the thuggery you mean mothery See the team's strong the Bean gone star gazing be long On your radio slates for eons but these pawns To the system's hating, k** them all for violating [Verse 4: Artisin] I am like a derelict, they should put my squad in a group home Get your dude low in the [?] I'm dealing out d**h for free, you can get a homicide coupon Make your heart collapse, let me break you a few bones Compound fracture, poke through the skin Let my n***a poke your girl while I'm poking her friend I'm a motherf**ing sin, I ain't sacrilegious My life consists of rap, drug deals, and clapping biscuits Shot down like a shorty when you ask for digits I'll tell you know that you're wack, I am that realistic So you could save the time and save the trees Cause most of this paper is wasted on these fake MCs They hate indeed, instead of spending every day hating me They should go home and make a beat Or write a hot verse, but I guess they'd rather get shot first So maybe they just really forgot how being hot works