[Spawn]
When you die what you own on Earth won't be coming with you
So all that fat shit you've got, I ain't trippin that ain't an issue
If you've got vibes, on a cool level we can talk, but if you live lies
Through material-fertilized eyes and fantasize then walk
I use my vocals like chalk to sketch the picture you can see it
See unfold what I thought in my mind when I free it
Did the swallow get caught? Yo, does your throat feel tight?
Do you see what can happen when Atmosphere grabs the mic?
Just a word for you it's funny and I think you caught its fever
All that shit you watch on TV has made you a believer
You don't have to like me, bitch, cause I don't really like you either
I don't care if you're rich, I had your girl, and I'mma leave her
Word, I'm eager, to disrespect the petty thoughts of many reps
As I take steps and climb and leave footprints on your mind
I've designed my own lifestyle words and vowels instead of rifals
And hang out with rhyme pals who tower like the Eiffel...
[Hook 2x]
A lot of things change and some things don't
A lot of people fall off and some say they won't
That's right (That's right)
That's right (That's right)
Cause we'll fuck up your life like a crack pipe
[Extreme]
It's the TC's original b-boy Extreme
So when a nigga calls next you better pick your team
I hit the seam like double stitch, twitch and get bent
A Rhymesayer, nothing less than one hundred percent
You cats are far from inventive, cool and calm
I destruct an angled emcee before the touch of dawn
My wand be makin niggas go poof with smoke
Nothing left but Adidas, X ain't no joke
I'm not out to get the quote of the month
Fuck a stunt
I'd rather grab the microphone and give you what you want
Opposite of a flaunt cause my shits bang hard
Yeah, you bust, but I'm black jack you pulled the wrong card
There may be one too many I give you plenty like excessive
If you're wack and grab the mic you end up in a state of depressive-
-Ness yes, couldn't pass the test with a calculator
Rhymes like piranha, beat designed by the ANTinator
A hater? Never, I just wait till you're tired
And then I give your ass a ticket cause that last shit's expired
Better yet tired, cause your position's been terminated
Wack niggas bug me like pests and get exterminated
When you die what you own on Earth won't be coming with you
So all that fat shit you've got, I ain't trippin that ain't an issue
If you've got vibes, on a cool level we can talk, but if you live lies
Through material-fertilized eyes and fantasize then walk
I use my vocals like chalk to sketch the picture you can see it
See unfold what I thought in my mind when I free it
Did the swallow get caught? Yo, does your throat feel tight?
Do you see what can happen when Atmosphere grabs the mic?
Just a word for you it's funny and I think you caught its fever
All that shit you watch on TV has made you a believer
You don't have to like me, bitch, cause I don't really like you either
I don't care if you're rich, I had your girl, and I'mma leave her
Word, I'm eager, to disrespect the petty thoughts of many reps
As I take steps and climb and leave footprints on your mind
I've designed my own lifestyle words and vowels instead of rifals
And hang out with rhyme pals who tower like the Eiffel...
[Hook 2x]
A lot of things change and some things don't
A lot of people fall off and some say they won't
That's right (That's right)
That's right (That's right)
Cause we'll fuck up your life like a crack pipe
[Extreme]
It's the TC's original b-boy Extreme
So when a nigga calls next you better pick your team
I hit the seam like double stitch, twitch and get bent
A Rhymesayer, nothing less than one hundred percent
You cats are far from inventive, cool and calm
I destruct an angled emcee before the touch of dawn
My wand be makin niggas go poof with smoke
Nothing left but Adidas, X ain't no joke
I'm not out to get the quote of the month
Fuck a stunt
I'd rather grab the microphone and give you what you want
Opposite of a flaunt cause my shits bang hard
Yeah, you bust, but I'm black jack you pulled the wrong card
There may be one too many I give you plenty like excessive
If you're wack and grab the mic you end up in a state of depressive-
-Ness yes, couldn't pass the test with a calculator
Rhymes like piranha, beat designed by the ANTinator
A hater? Never, I just wait till you're tired
And then I give your ass a ticket cause that last shit's expired
Better yet tired, cause your position's been terminated
Wack niggas bug me like pests and get exterminated
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