i take a beat and lyrically knock it out
like a Mike Tyson jab right to ya mouth/
who you think you playing with kid
cause you losers will never spray a fifth/
what happened to hip hop not the mic gun clappin
im spitting the truth im not just rapping/
like a rip connect the dots imma tear this spot
and with a flow like this your jaw gonna drop/
imma never go pop imma never sell out
dont bad label me cause im from the south/
underground or mainstream it doesnt matter
cause messing wit me get lyrically battered/
don't criticize me cause i dont spit g
i rather be a homeless real ass emcee/
i would never live with the fact that im wack spittin that
bullcrap about peeling wigs back with big gats/
fitted caps wack raps gold plaques hood rats
clappin macs selling crack im really not that/
imma stay real so yall can relate
and box you other rappers in like crates/
im a lyrical earthquake make the whole room shake
and my flows hit hard like tsunami waves/
and all this hate coming from Jake
imma brush it off like it was toothpaste/
your ryhmes are empty like a used shell case
you asking for heat ill open up hells gate/
i can punchline but i dont do stand up
and ill stay locked to rap with handcuffs/
how dare you wish failure to frenzy
ill burn your leather seats on your Bently/
i demand change in hip hop and this must stop
the era of thugs and snitching to cops/
