Lyrics
Warning: the truly unusual motion
Picture you are about
To see contains many scenes
Of graphic violence (The real)
It is not intended for the faint of heart
(Hip-Hop) nor the young and impressionable
Fuck your wifey, run up on you, Hyphy
Holding a knifey you ain't a soldier, boy
I'm running with Ice T mixed with Vodka
Sitting shotgun with the Glock
'Pon cock, taking hip hop back
Shoot up your commercial block, pop, pop, pop
You are not rugged
You should stop rapping Hops
You are not hip-hop
You on some faggot shit dancing like a bitch
You sold out Herc and all of that work
Wasted for talentless bullshit
Try to challenge this, we could fight G
I rep my shit, head up, dead up
What up? Get wet up or cut up
Where you wanna meet up to get beat up?
I'm not bigger than the drama
Don't get me mixed up
I'll battle Jigga tomorrow
I got a reputation
For bashing a face in and even
When I make my millions
I'll be down for confrontation
I rap for the kids in
Buildings with little education
Urban children
Herbing you daily's our occupation
Suburban kids get with it too
But do your history
Know what you're listening to
Don't be a drone or I'm dissing you
Rap clones, I piss on you
Biters don't make me smack you holmes
You weak like arthritis
Don't sleep on me like Itis
We're street fighters and we keep
Heat right beside us
In case you too pussy for
A fair one like Commodus
What up pa? Why you turn Bourgeois?
You used to be raw, now you a whore
That's what you call mature?
I'll stay an immature grown man
Rhyming hardcore for fans, my indie is major
I hustle harder than the brain muscles