[Round 1: Gjonaj]
I said it's a heavy burden to bear
When the whole world knows you're next up
I compare it to telling someone manic depressive to get up
Because it's not as tough as writing a set-up
On how you got set up
I'll kick his corpse, no remorse, this shit is gift-wrapped
I'm on his porch, Trojan Horse: this shit is gift-trapped
Oh, now you get it? I mean, how specific
Can I possibly get when I only got about a minute?
Tell Lux I don't need coffins
I'm a cannibal, I don't just kill, I feed off it
That was in poor taste, let's cut to the chase, I'm a cold killer
Here to shed light using no filler
I had to take dog out back and shoot him
Since he ain't shit but an old yeller!
Now how many of you caught that shed connection in the building? None of you… okay, one of you, I'm not judgin' you
But that's what makes the top tier uncomfortable
So, try and convince them I'm too specific or overuse religion
Well, let me ask you something, bitch
How do you spend all this time travelling
And never came up with shit futuristic?
Speaking of, if I'm you, then I'm a real-life looper
Sent to bury the past
See, that meaning was genius, but you compare me to trash
Organik had faith I wouldn't bury his ass
But Donatello's goin' to die tryin' to carry the staff
So, Splinter Cell black ops, or Sleeper Cell Matlock?
A modern-day David, slayin' Goliath with a crack rock
You fuckin' junkie, the truth is ugly
Too bad you and your Lush buddy snorted up the hush money
So make them laugh, because you're fuckin' funny
And they can all relate
Enough bodies to stretch across China, yet they try to stall a great
Walls replaced doors that were never open for you and me
I took the tunnel underground, fans said foolish me
You climbed abruptly; that's Humpty-Dumpty
The fall's not confusing, see
Crack's got you pouring out your insides
And now you're a shell of what you used to be
You'll never get it together, stop tryin'
Stick to being "Lebanon-violent," it's already looking lopsided
I ain't dissin' you when I say, "shots fired"
That .38 Special treatment with the rubber grip
My cousin dumpin' it
Diplomatic immunity, capital punishment?
Naw… passport, Visa, luggages, trust me
If shit get raw, Tim McGraw: I got faith he'll get out the country
It's gettin' ugly, because pen-wise I'm better than everyone
That's a hell of a standard, and I'm settin' one
A rise as quick as mine was never done
They said have a war, I'm Marcus Lattimore
I hit the big leagues and could never run
What, did I end it badly?
Okay, two-dollar hooker: this shit extra nasty
For those sayin' we're the same and are never happy
You're Marcus Lattimore, too: your career ends in Cali, early!
I said it's a heavy burden to bear
When the whole world knows you're next up
I compare it to telling someone manic depressive to get up
Because it's not as tough as writing a set-up
On how you got set up
I'll kick his corpse, no remorse, this shit is gift-wrapped
I'm on his porch, Trojan Horse: this shit is gift-trapped
Oh, now you get it? I mean, how specific
Can I possibly get when I only got about a minute?
Tell Lux I don't need coffins
I'm a cannibal, I don't just kill, I feed off it
That was in poor taste, let's cut to the chase, I'm a cold killer
Here to shed light using no filler
I had to take dog out back and shoot him
Since he ain't shit but an old yeller!
Now how many of you caught that shed connection in the building? None of you… okay, one of you, I'm not judgin' you
But that's what makes the top tier uncomfortable
So, try and convince them I'm too specific or overuse religion
Well, let me ask you something, bitch
How do you spend all this time travelling
And never came up with shit futuristic?
Speaking of, if I'm you, then I'm a real-life looper
Sent to bury the past
See, that meaning was genius, but you compare me to trash
Organik had faith I wouldn't bury his ass
But Donatello's goin' to die tryin' to carry the staff
So, Splinter Cell black ops, or Sleeper Cell Matlock?
A modern-day David, slayin' Goliath with a crack rock
You fuckin' junkie, the truth is ugly
Too bad you and your Lush buddy snorted up the hush money
So make them laugh, because you're fuckin' funny
And they can all relate
Enough bodies to stretch across China, yet they try to stall a great
Walls replaced doors that were never open for you and me
I took the tunnel underground, fans said foolish me
You climbed abruptly; that's Humpty-Dumpty
The fall's not confusing, see
Crack's got you pouring out your insides
And now you're a shell of what you used to be
You'll never get it together, stop tryin'
Stick to being "Lebanon-violent," it's already looking lopsided
I ain't dissin' you when I say, "shots fired"
That .38 Special treatment with the rubber grip
My cousin dumpin' it
Diplomatic immunity, capital punishment?
Naw… passport, Visa, luggages, trust me
If shit get raw, Tim McGraw: I got faith he'll get out the country
It's gettin' ugly, because pen-wise I'm better than everyone
That's a hell of a standard, and I'm settin' one
A rise as quick as mine was never done
They said have a war, I'm Marcus Lattimore
I hit the big leagues and could never run
What, did I end it badly?
Okay, two-dollar hooker: this shit extra nasty
For those sayin' we're the same and are never happy
You're Marcus Lattimore, too: your career ends in Cali, early!
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