quit swingin' on dicks and get your brand accurate. kray jack the man
ask 'em!
don't need a hand. rappin' insane with the same average
always above!
nigga
never no love
you niggas is artificial
insufficient
not an issue. our position is monumental
all your shit was accidental!
simple
don't be no fool!
don't be consumed in auto-tune. 'cause it's a deadly storm blowin' through here soon. originators can survive it if they stay true and innovate. imitators
fakers
they all die
y'all simply can't all rap and it ain't no time to play. twenty-four hours a day
that's seven straight!
my killers be rallied up
the scrilla - they tally up. like bally's - i exercise you. like dahmer - i victimize you. criticize you for using auto-tune. recognize here comes your doom. there's no room for the wack. they be givin' a black eye to the game. but there's more than a thousand ways to get 'em and leave the lames strangled. flesh banged on 'em and i never did let up. fandango you hoes!
opponents they keep their back on the ropes
their faces hit the floor. suckers ain't nothin' but jokes with their vocals made artificially. i'd rather buck 'em y'all exposed
now they gotta get disposed. my temp is still burning hot
while these phony's
they hardly not!
we can lock on up and then see how hard of a hit you got!
na
na
na
na. hey
hey
hey. good bye!. bye bye!. bye bye!
why they want to sound like
dress like
act like?
why they want to look like
dress like
sound like?
it's the critical
criminal
non-subliminal. set it off
let it off
lines is visible. i battle
i challenge
i rhyme my syllables. sound like bone
that's dispicable. i'll put you in i.c.u. i see you is not original. it's pitiful
niggas ain't lyrical. give me that deal
give me that miracle!
they lackin' the talent
they lackin' the balance
they lackin' the harmony. these niggas pretenders
no contenders
it ain't hard to see. no authenticity
they won't make history. they only makin' lil lay-lay mad
they going out like they j.j. fad. now how do these stars assume they can use the auto-tune
just because the bass go boom i spend my dollars
consume?
but naw
i bring these lames to their doom. better wake up! wake up! wake up!
we bringin' back innovation. we havin' a celebration
cause flesh-n-bone is home. been ten years strong
that's domination. never need no nomination 'cause homie the streets respect it. we keepin' it epic and never neglect it we get it in on a record. i'm talkin' about keepin' it classic
they talkin' about keepin' it plastic. they puttin' the game in a casket. we gonna live on like the jacksons. i'm sorry i'm endin' your cycle
i gotta do this for michael. you heard from jay-z
but nigga this layzie
it's somethin' i'm willin' to die for
yeah. come on! come on! come on!
na
na
na
na. hey
hey
hey. good bye!
come here nigga
you know what?. first off let me take it back to high school. you niggas teach rules
being in a rented crib. to this day i don't wear jordan's. wasn't the first nigga with them in high school
ass nigga
put that out
shine in everybody's category. cut that out
flat out!
it's a damn shame
for spare change
what come out these fraudelent rappers' mouth. or should i say entertainers
i'm complainin'. north
east
west
and south
cut that out. 'til 'em all pac and no slouch. if you can't sing
then don't sing!
the realest knew they place and they did it. we blaze auto-tune so you need to sense this. rest and silent hood living. they feel me resonate it. get bible realest. quiet me
i'mma stay hood
harmonied out. invisible cut the crucifix
explodes into the galaxy!
show you niggas how loose i get - no! no fatalities!
zeus
i'm comin' to juice the mix. operation: totality
opium flow wherever i go
auto-tune to the matrixes. shot myself in cali
woke up without no witnesses. satan
think she my mistresses. mohammad
where my bitches is?
eve's wicked as witches is
yeah! nigga this peanuts!
i'm t-pain
back with my nazarinians and we nuts!
these palestinians with 3 buck shots!
when roger troutman caught his brother back from hades like cain - took him out!