Tom Baker - Rubble lyrics

[Intro:] K-K-Kato on the track, b**h [Verse 1: Godemis] Whatever happened to the emcee Times done changed for the emcee And if he rap, I know he gotta be buzzed If you don't know somebody who rap You know somebody who does It's prob'ly one of your cousins or dude up the block Dropped a couple of albums or moved up a notch Swallow it up or I don't slack on writing commence To eating motherf**ers like Attack on Titan it's real I see you headed for your doom, interscope and These lesser n***as searching for the moon in the ocean My third eye's open, inner vision in 3D It's k**er city, Missouri murdering 'em on GP So f** 'em all with a condom and I'm a nympho This ain't no conversation, no common knowledge no info I'm going in and it don't Matter who get offended, this sh** is premeditated So if I said it, I meant it [Interlude] [Verse 2: Ubiquitous] I dropped in just to say what up Hip hop chuckled to itself and it created us Laugh now but y'all dogs better rabie up Cause on a real, ball hogs never made us much My group precipitates sk**, shade by the deal Fools forget to play still chasing dollar bills I'm feeling great fail if you cruising it's a race You hit the brakes bail if you knew what it would take To make sales, no run up on the state sales My face pale, made a come up on some hate mail It's all subtle boy, I hope you enjoy the rebu*tal Where with the trouble I just shrug when I point to the rubble My coin stack, prepare the appointed task They avoided the facts, I'm disappointed but back buoyant I let him know that that soylent is rap poison Comma for selling Belladonna I'll tell him Ill be out [Interlude] [Verse 3: Rittz] Bring it right back There's more and I'ma need a night cap Emcees be bugging me I need a fly trap I'm fly as f**, I look at you and see a piece of white trash That got you heated, my bad If I can beat him scrapping, I'ma stab him, leave a wide gash They leak and he gon need a dry rag An ice pack, an eye patch, a life raft I drown him in a pool of blood I'm truly underground, I write my rhymes inside a mine shaft Frame by frame I stutter the game, it's like I seen a time lapse And every lake is just as bad, I can't look past the traffic jam Test the rappers they won't ever pa** the cla** exam Blazing like I lit a match and had a can of gas in hand You make me mad on stage, I'll backhand a b**h like Afroman Snap a wrench in half and discipline you like a kid again We stomping basic b**hes need some titties and an a** implant Cold blooded like I'm trapped beneath an avalanche Keep bragging 'bout your record deal, I'll jack you for your cash advance b**h [Interlude] ... [Outro: Rittz] You can't be the best emcee if someone else is writing your raps