Lyrics
HOOK 2X:
I play for keeps, ya spine I spit upon
aint on the right track till its mine your spittin on,
so look up to me and speak the truth,
ya not near my crew now leave the booth
low and behold the, ak is back,
playin for the name on the front of his jersey,
gonna absurdly disruptin no mercy,
so come and just murk me, fuck with you nerds see,
could you be any more faker?
ubisoft (you be soft) like the video game maker, maim haters
open challenge, any takers? no mistakin
its obvious ya head is hollow man like kevin bacon
never lacin a wack track, just smack dismantle
but ill have my highs and lows like the back of a camel,
no doubt, but its rare that hes startin wit me,
hardly, somebody is ever harder than me,
so if you spittin to me,
I draw a hopscotch board on ya chest and ya heart skip a beat,
and carve marks in ya cranium,
im center stage in this stadium, city throw parades when i play for em,
HOOK 2X
Im quick to establish harass a bitch to embarass
them my lips'll just ravage panic so sick imma manic, faggots
fuck gold, I dont like these carats,
I rap to make a buzz like lightyears parents,
carry mics and ya hood'll vanish,
understand it, if theres a winner circle Ill 'Be in' like good in spanish
its a fact that im nicer, slice and disparage words to make any
coward collapse in the cypher,
knees buckle when my flows work,
yall rap for years but like ex-limo drivers you got nothin to chaffeur/show for,
for now see my face on a poster, I bend em
when we go one-on-one like the number 11,
bust and present em with wit lyrcis make a track to a rembrandt,
rememberin my first record it was wack but ive mended,
descendin like from the heavens when I get up and fight
i'll call you lefty, cuz you cant do anything right
by the end of the night, know im so cold,
typin in bold, im that one grudge you just cant hold,
never get old, sayin it often
you want respect but how you gonna Urn it when you lay in a coffin
HOOK 2X
