Tom: C minor
Verse 1
C
Am
When I'm here I pull out my flows
at shows and conventions
The loss you take is kinda gut wrenching
Same as a suplex,
now I'm asking, who's next?
Peep the true text, words of wisdom
I'm putting these wack
rap nerds in prison
Lyrical loss,
you're going straight to Oz
A minute in, your spirit starts
to break like a pause
Should've kept your rhymes in order
Now you're living by
my hip -hop orders
I'm the general taking orders
Ruffus on tape recorders
It's Muddy Waters
I was born to teach your
sons and daughters
The true meaning of hip -hop
G
Got you fiendin' and your car
leanin'
Am
Whether ten miles or speedin'
F the articles you're readin'
The stuff you're believin'
Ninety percent of that
junk bears no repeatin'
And that's the reason
that I'm heated today
All the politics and money
that seem to get in the way
Of a good rap
Whether commercial or hood rap
The love is the only reason
that you don't have app
And if not you might
get jacked or kidnapped
So stop biting and give
homies his back
You're dead in the game
and you can't ever switch that
Picture that, it won't happen
cause your shit's wack
Give it up on the mic, you suck
All you ever talk is noise
Shut it up, you're out of luck
No love from the girls and boys
Don't know why you even showed up
You never really had a chance
Unoriginal, wack -ass hoe,
with the same old song and dance
Just give it up
This is vintage,
my spot in the hall of fame
Rap is like shooting hoops,
strictly a baller's game
What's my name?
Don't even ask
You don't know my flow
and I'll take it a task
And bask in the glory
of being so lyrically gory
Though it's only mandatory, I'm em
They need to put me up in the clinic
Each line's a sniper shot at the cynics
I can't make it happen, rappin'
This is a night make it trapped
in better start adapting.
I'm slapping smirks off of
faces and money
I'm earning it on a permanent
basis say it races
This is dinner time for Ron
and never compare these
beginners rhymes to mine.
I'm the greatest
It's just me and I leave
except I flow and sing with
the MIC the place to be
Don't know why you even showed up,
you never really had a chance
Unoriginal, whack -ass hoe,
with the same old song and dance
Just give it up
I'm not playing all the stuff that I'm saying
I get better with age,
the others are decaying
I'm spraying them and laying them down
from town to town
I'm the sheriff and you the circus clown
So get in your little car
with your comrades
Look back at your life
and wonder where you're going
Bad your mom, dad,
brothers and sisters,
even your cousins
Know that rhyme -wise,
you're really not buzzin'
You like those things that come in dozens,
the donuts
You a zero, never blown up,
never grown up, just a kid
So now I gotta get rid of ya
A dopamine C dog, I'd never consider ya
And this is how you're supposed to sound
But then again,
I know I'm better than most of rap
I put my flows down,
and I'm the toast of the town
Rappers wanna step,
I turn this thing into a ghost town
But just loud
Getting up on the mic, you suck
All you ever talk is noise
Shut it up, you're out of luck,
no love from the girls and boys
Don't know why you even showed up,
you never really had a chance
Unoriginal, whack -ass hoe,
with the same old song and dance
Just give it up
Just give it up you
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