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BLAQKNOIZ
Smith the Poet on the beat
God damn! Was that an earthquake?
Managing the rhythm, gonna birth fate
Work great, for goodness sake, hitting breaks
Not just tryna rake it in, let me make what I earn
Take what I burn, the fake gon' spit it out
Lake overturned, hate devastated by the mouth
Never staying by the South, the West is the truth
Gonna stay paying dues 'til on stage at Paid Dues
Bad News, you didn't win when you snoozed
The youth been killing, don't you look so confused
When you last take a bath? Stanking of scat
Cheesing like you Kenny breathing in that Cat
What do you for the Henny? Wearing JC Penney
Mr. "Yes, I'll Suck a Dick, if it get me an Emmy"?
Been plenty ready, waiting on the opportunity
All I'm asking is let's have some scrutiny
You a punk motherfucker and we don't fuck with you
Get the fuck up out our session, you ain't even in the crew
What it do? Who is you? Did you not get the news?
Did you weasel your way in here just to drink up all the brews?
You a
Punk motherfucker, a junk motherfucker
A "who the fuck gave you a mic?" motherfucker
You psyched on them uppers, here to get you down
You biting every song you hear, playing in town
In spite of how you acting, we hadn't killed your career
But a little birdy came around, whispered in our ear
You were drunk off two beers, so it appears, in tears you said
"For a record deal, I'd take it in the rear"
What?
Who the fuck you playing, when not a weekend before
You were talking "fuck a label!" standing at my door?
I didn't take you for a whore, but I beg you, tell me more
About how the industry be making us poor
Now check what in store, a murdered hooker on the mic
Tryna come back at me like he won't lose the fight
My mouse got the might, my board been the key
All I'm asking is let's have some scrutiny
You a punk motherfucker and we don't fuck with you (we don't fuck with you!)