[Intro]
Yo Herc cut the lights
[Verse 1: Priddy Ugly]
Bad writers could write a bestseller
And trend better, it don't mean that they pen better
For free I can tell you that they don't pen ever
They got ghosts writin' for them so they type pretend letters
Notebook king, in this never pen era
Got no ink in they cartridge, excuse their pen errors
Lab in the studio but more likе ten Dexters
Schoolin' all thеse rappers and they don't attend lectures
They got no common sense, rappers get die cent fela
The vendetta they lend cheddar, on rent pressure
So spend kleva your Randela on endeavours
It's time to meet the parents and you niggas Ben Stillers
Di pests stena, need to use they antennas
Jersey number 10 with the pen I pentsela
Bheka, learn to choose your friends better
Bad friends pretend better and good friendships end phela
And good authors could write shitty books
You're on the flyer, not quite really booked
Facebook made you like silly looks
All your ice really cooked, it's no surprise why you lie in your hooks
Look, I put my life in these hooks
I could spend days countin' nights that it took
Jab-jab with the right swingi and hook
Mike Tys how I'm nice with the hooks
It's the battle of the words and we don't fight by book
Only one reason, the tongue is misleadin'
Won't judge a book by the one that’s readin'
Don’t judge a nation by the scum that’s leadin'
The poor are not defined by the crumbs they’re eatin'
Reverse migration, it's the come-back season
I'm a super Saiyan so I come back beamin'
Healin', resides where I find my meanin'
Time defines thy reason, mind my schemin'
Angels help me fight my demons
Gazin' at my angel with the wide eyes gleamin'
My life with my wife, I dreamed it
Only givin' one cheek, I'm unlike Jesus
Can't crush my defence
Leave you in the mud like foetus
Get your head smoked by this bud like Beevis
Your favourite rapper suck, man they somethin' like leaches
When they meet the beast they gon' run like Cheetahs
Run!
Yo Herc cut the lights
[Verse 1: Priddy Ugly]
Bad writers could write a bestseller
And trend better, it don't mean that they pen better
For free I can tell you that they don't pen ever
They got ghosts writin' for them so they type pretend letters
Notebook king, in this never pen era
Got no ink in they cartridge, excuse their pen errors
Lab in the studio but more likе ten Dexters
Schoolin' all thеse rappers and they don't attend lectures
They got no common sense, rappers get die cent fela
The vendetta they lend cheddar, on rent pressure
So spend kleva your Randela on endeavours
It's time to meet the parents and you niggas Ben Stillers
Di pests stena, need to use they antennas
Jersey number 10 with the pen I pentsela
Bheka, learn to choose your friends better
Bad friends pretend better and good friendships end phela
And good authors could write shitty books
You're on the flyer, not quite really booked
Facebook made you like silly looks
All your ice really cooked, it's no surprise why you lie in your hooks
Look, I put my life in these hooks
I could spend days countin' nights that it took
Jab-jab with the right swingi and hook
Mike Tys how I'm nice with the hooks
It's the battle of the words and we don't fight by book
Only one reason, the tongue is misleadin'
Won't judge a book by the one that’s readin'
Don’t judge a nation by the scum that’s leadin'
The poor are not defined by the crumbs they’re eatin'
Reverse migration, it's the come-back season
I'm a super Saiyan so I come back beamin'
Healin', resides where I find my meanin'
Time defines thy reason, mind my schemin'
Angels help me fight my demons
Gazin' at my angel with the wide eyes gleamin'
My life with my wife, I dreamed it
Only givin' one cheek, I'm unlike Jesus
Can't crush my defence
Leave you in the mud like foetus
Get your head smoked by this bud like Beevis
Your favourite rapper suck, man they somethin' like leaches
When they meet the beast they gon' run like Cheetahs
Run!
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