how many beats i gotta put in the casket
before you understand instrumentals get their ass kicked?
i'm a backwards cased basket
so don't talk to me about that ghetto pass shit
and fuck spittin' acid if i haven't written classics
while cali rappers say that's played out
type of niggas we leave laid out
that's for the life that you ain't 'bout
you niggas' marks like zuckerberg and sanchez
listenin' to every fuckin' word that a fan says
i think a real fan wanna hear that real shit
you are now consumed by the dark side
so welcome to the belly of the beast
all my niggas eat mc's up for lunchtime
and we'll never be ready for the peace
this is for all y'all bitch-ass snitch niggas
that front and always tellin' the police
ain't no place in this world you can run or hide
to escape the belly of the beast
in this art i'm just a martyr
i hit hard as a car crash with a charter bus
don't even try to start a fuss
because i'm large enough to step down
flaw's the illest and i put that on my daughters cause
like the effect i get that marijuana does
so even with stan lee fightin' marvin hagler
i'm flippin' off everyone who scoffed at my shit and tock
cause i'm a time bomb with a tickin' clock
and the shit just stopped
so if i'm pissed or i'm blowin' up like a blistered pop
it's just hip-hop is infested with
so you can go on and kick up rocks
you couldn't set it off with fireworks hooked to vivica fox
see when i hitch i'll split your knot
cause i'm fucked up and cold like i eat dippin' dots topped with a liquor shot
spit my flows like i'm walkin' around with the alzheimers
i ain't worried 'bout these small-time rhymers
no imagery and no substance
young and seein' victories like witnessing christopher reeves runnin'
they'll never take number one
these suckers silicone titties
they just look good fakin' and frontin'
they ain't been strugglin'
pockets with nearly nothin' in 'em
prayin' somethin' was gonna finally give in
we drawin' the fuckin' line
bullshit stops here and y'all on the other side
nino graye one of the elite
just so we all understood
i heard you're a sucker for words
get shot on youtube or go viral
so how did they find you?
concussion after confession
'til they cut his legs off and framed him
step into that digital vortex
the scorned vet judged by generations that ain't even born yet
read faster than most talk
write slower than the aardvark walks and squints with the card sharks
a room full of mad professors who study language forensics
interdependent on phonetic directions
really am i on the offensive?
i'm just a marlboro man from memphis
on mars with ice cubes and natasha henstridge