[Intro: Killah Priest]
They got a problem now
There’s like, too many corny rappers
Pretenders (put a end to you)
[Chorus: Killah Priest]
There’s too many phony MCs out there this year
They best to beware
I’ve burnt thousands already
So get ready, lyrics are deadly
There’s too many phony MCs out there this year
They best to beware
I’ve burnt thousands already
So get ready, lyrics are deadly
[Verse 1: Killah Priest]
Niggas keep fronting, ain’t saying nothing
Killah Priest remains calm yet carry on
Go ‘head sing your song, claim y’all the dons
Rap superstars look cute with your cigars
Bitches like that but where your mics at?
Bite me I bite back, plus I break backs
Fuck it, you can sue me, from yours truly
When niggas sound booty
There’s too many rappers in the East wanna be gangsters
Too many gangsters in the West wanna be rappers
Bunch of actors, I ought to smack ya
Who’s your master?
Sit down take a lesson, stop guessing
For years I had grace, saw your mad face
That only showed bad taste, run around like you’re delirious
Foaming from the mouth like you’re furious
I’d rather be serious it keeps the audience curious
These fantasies are nothing for your fans to seize
It might cause casualties
Hollywood is not your neighborhood
And if it is, give the mic to Natalie Woods
And y’all can be off to see the wizard
The wonderful Wizard of Oz, which are the A&R’s
And you and Toto, doing promos along with the Scarecrow
You will see no dough
They got a problem now
There’s like, too many corny rappers
Pretenders (put a end to you)
[Chorus: Killah Priest]
There’s too many phony MCs out there this year
They best to beware
I’ve burnt thousands already
So get ready, lyrics are deadly
There’s too many phony MCs out there this year
They best to beware
I’ve burnt thousands already
So get ready, lyrics are deadly
[Verse 1: Killah Priest]
Niggas keep fronting, ain’t saying nothing
Killah Priest remains calm yet carry on
Go ‘head sing your song, claim y’all the dons
Rap superstars look cute with your cigars
Bitches like that but where your mics at?
Bite me I bite back, plus I break backs
Fuck it, you can sue me, from yours truly
When niggas sound booty
There’s too many rappers in the East wanna be gangsters
Too many gangsters in the West wanna be rappers
Bunch of actors, I ought to smack ya
Who’s your master?
Sit down take a lesson, stop guessing
For years I had grace, saw your mad face
That only showed bad taste, run around like you’re delirious
Foaming from the mouth like you’re furious
I’d rather be serious it keeps the audience curious
These fantasies are nothing for your fans to seize
It might cause casualties
Hollywood is not your neighborhood
And if it is, give the mic to Natalie Woods
And y’all can be off to see the wizard
The wonderful Wizard of Oz, which are the A&R’s
And you and Toto, doing promos along with the Scarecrow
You will see no dough
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