[Round 1: Chedda Cheese]
You wanna get this part started, game on
I'ma leave your brain gone from today to May long
Have you suffering from writer's block, think I'll straight bomb?
End up like Trayvon, heart attack like Trey Songz, 'bout to murk you while your idols watch
Your lame songs make me wanna face palm
I don't care if you can write or not you suck and that's my final thought
Play the game wrong, it'll be like James Bond
From the intro watch me kill this man on camera for that title shot
I'm not about to do what you expect to do buddy, you can bet on that
Not a bunch of double timing gimmicks trying to get a laugh
Just straight bars, metaphors and clever raps
To prove there's not a skill in this profession that you're better at
So try to show me how it's supposed to be done
First of all you must be FUBAR for thinking you can do what I do I've gone too far
On top of that you bite a different person every two bars
Not original enough to be a true star
Try too hard and sound just like you don't know just where your roots are
So who are you to tell somebody else what they should change about themselves when you don't even know who you are
A lot of people think I don't deserve to be here cause Caustic essentially
Was smart enough to not show up, so now they probably resent me
Plus the crowd is on your side always jocking immensely
Watching intently and hoping I pull the flop of the century
I don't let that topic affect me, I'ma roll the dice and raise up every offer to bet me
Choose to pocket til my pockets are empty
Because I know the payoff is always gon' be bigger when the odds are against me
You don't rap it like you live it man that act is just a gimmick
Bout to turn into a gangster in the matter of a minute
But no one else believes that little fantasy you live in
Full of non existent weapons and imaginary women
Why you dropping all those awkward remarks?
For you to even sweat Bulletz or shoot the breeze will be a shot in the dark
Cut the hype? Well that would probably be smart
Cause I'm a breath of fresh air and this shit's a walk in the park
You wanna get this part started, game on
I'ma leave your brain gone from today to May long
Have you suffering from writer's block, think I'll straight bomb?
End up like Trayvon, heart attack like Trey Songz, 'bout to murk you while your idols watch
Your lame songs make me wanna face palm
I don't care if you can write or not you suck and that's my final thought
Play the game wrong, it'll be like James Bond
From the intro watch me kill this man on camera for that title shot
I'm not about to do what you expect to do buddy, you can bet on that
Not a bunch of double timing gimmicks trying to get a laugh
Just straight bars, metaphors and clever raps
To prove there's not a skill in this profession that you're better at
So try to show me how it's supposed to be done
First of all you must be FUBAR for thinking you can do what I do I've gone too far
On top of that you bite a different person every two bars
Not original enough to be a true star
Try too hard and sound just like you don't know just where your roots are
So who are you to tell somebody else what they should change about themselves when you don't even know who you are
A lot of people think I don't deserve to be here cause Caustic essentially
Was smart enough to not show up, so now they probably resent me
Plus the crowd is on your side always jocking immensely
Watching intently and hoping I pull the flop of the century
I don't let that topic affect me, I'ma roll the dice and raise up every offer to bet me
Choose to pocket til my pockets are empty
Because I know the payoff is always gon' be bigger when the odds are against me
You don't rap it like you live it man that act is just a gimmick
Bout to turn into a gangster in the matter of a minute
But no one else believes that little fantasy you live in
Full of non existent weapons and imaginary women
Why you dropping all those awkward remarks?
For you to even sweat Bulletz or shoot the breeze will be a shot in the dark
Cut the hype? Well that would probably be smart
Cause I'm a breath of fresh air and this shit's a walk in the park
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