[Verse 1: Lingo]
Uh Huh, Grind Mode Cypher
Chris Webby in the building
I am one of a kind
You kinda one of them guys
Who dick ride other men
Right? Talk shit run off, then hide
When I catch up, think back, that's hindsight
Tap the 57, See red, Live a blind life
I shot ya
In order I was proper
East Coast Peace Flow
Big, just like Papa
My popularity skyrockets
So killing all of these bitches
You calling a dime, drop her
Get persecuted, they saying your words are stupid
And that hip hop is causing the violence, its murder music
If that's the case, I'm smashing a bastard's face
Walking a fine line of Masta Ace and Pastored Mase
I'm way passed you cats that masquerade
Get the mask and raid your house, then you're passed away
And that's the way I'll bury your past time
Just pitch and make hits, America's past time
[Verse 2: Johnny Conceptz]
Bitch show time, you need a whole army to hurt me
Ya'll asses will get shocked
From the words that I'm dispersing
They want me to hook it up like Kareem
Your not deserving
Magic Johnson with the torch
I only pass it if you're worthy
Damn, that's a hell of a scheme
An intelligent being, with devilish dreams
Man, it seems like I'm something you've never seen before
I'll bother you now
Then bottle what's left of your damn spirit from
A Ouija board
Like, why should I take it easy for?
If that's the case, I'd quit rap
And start relaxing at a beach resort
You misdirected like a street detour
And I'ma fix that ass up
Like plastic surgeons on a sleazy whore
Please be warned
I swear you don't want the drama
Better get your run on, like a sentence without a coma
Mumble rappers killing the art like some suicide bombers
If that's what rap's become, I'ma body the whole genre
Uh Huh, Grind Mode Cypher
Chris Webby in the building
I am one of a kind
You kinda one of them guys
Who dick ride other men
Right? Talk shit run off, then hide
When I catch up, think back, that's hindsight
Tap the 57, See red, Live a blind life
I shot ya
In order I was proper
East Coast Peace Flow
Big, just like Papa
My popularity skyrockets
So killing all of these bitches
You calling a dime, drop her
Get persecuted, they saying your words are stupid
And that hip hop is causing the violence, its murder music
If that's the case, I'm smashing a bastard's face
Walking a fine line of Masta Ace and Pastored Mase
I'm way passed you cats that masquerade
Get the mask and raid your house, then you're passed away
And that's the way I'll bury your past time
Just pitch and make hits, America's past time
[Verse 2: Johnny Conceptz]
Bitch show time, you need a whole army to hurt me
Ya'll asses will get shocked
From the words that I'm dispersing
They want me to hook it up like Kareem
Your not deserving
Magic Johnson with the torch
I only pass it if you're worthy
Damn, that's a hell of a scheme
An intelligent being, with devilish dreams
Man, it seems like I'm something you've never seen before
I'll bother you now
Then bottle what's left of your damn spirit from
A Ouija board
Like, why should I take it easy for?
If that's the case, I'd quit rap
And start relaxing at a beach resort
You misdirected like a street detour
And I'ma fix that ass up
Like plastic surgeons on a sleazy whore
Please be warned
I swear you don't want the drama
Better get your run on, like a sentence without a coma
Mumble rappers killing the art like some suicide bombers
If that's what rap's become, I'ma body the whole genre
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