Please rise
The court of the second judicial circuit, hiphop division
Is now in session, the honorable Judge Wallace presiding
Everyone but the accused may be seated. Mr. Dash
You are being tried for three different charges
For biting styles, murdering a beat
And conspiracy to steal the throne, how do you plead?
Not guilty
Let us begin
Mr. Dash, your charges are serious
Your bars are delirious
I can tell that you're very passionate
But you can't go around just jacking shit
Your honor, I'm sorry, but I don't think you're right
Cause every single night I'm staying up and I write
I'm sorry if you have a problem paying homage
But I heard the song and I knew I had to drop it
Mr. Dash, I'm sorry if I am confused
But in one of your old tunes
You said soon you're consumed by the doom
That's the same line that Kid Cudi used
Your Honor, no cap, you caught me red handed
I still don't think you really understand it
That one line was not no mess up
That was me praising scott Mesu
You see, I really love the culture
Some people still call me a vulture
So I pay respect at every avenue
Cause that's what a real motherf*ckin rapper do
Mr. Dash, I see that you love the game
Please do your best to refrain from taking shit that ain't from your brain
Your Honor, I'm sorry, you must be insane
Boy hush up, I already heard ya
Next charge on the table is muder
It says right here that you killed a beat with the heat that you speak
That came from your lungs
Your honor, come on, I'm just having fun
I do what I does, and that's what I love
Killed the instrumental like a bullet through the mental
Make the beats mom act all sentimental
Son, you understand that that was a confession
Now you better start to count your own blessings
Now I better start to teach you a lesson
20 Plus years the minimum sentence
Come on man
Why you gotta be so drastic?
I don't even bomb people, I just make a racket
Killed the damn game, yah I came and I stabbed it
So now what happens?
I don't really know
Someone please help your boy out so
I can keep dropping that so cold
Freeze the whole Earth to 20 below, oh
Mr. Dash, we still got one more charge
It says right here you are
Conspiring to get up higher than the stars
That inspired them bars that you spit all the time
Your honor, I ain't got time for a line
Need the throne now like a phone need an outlet
So I just outspit rapper that have that clout with no real talent
Mr. Dash, we have reached a verdict
And it seems that are the jurors are certain
A lifetime of bars where you can rhyme hard and make fine are next to an armed guard
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English
Please rise
The court of the second judicial circuit, hiphop division
Is now in session, the honorable Judge Wallace presiding
Everyone but the accused may be seated. Mr. Dash
You are being tried for three different charges
For biting styles, murdering a beat
And conspiracy to steal the throne, how do you plead?
Not guilty
Let us begin
Mr. Dash, your charges are serious
Your bars are delirious
I can tell that you're very passionate
But you can't go around just jacking shit
Your honor, I'm sorry, but I don't think you're right
Cause every single night I'm staying up and I write
I'm sorry if you have a problem paying homage
But I heard the song and I knew I had to drop it
Mr. Dash, I'm sorry if I am confused
But in one of your old tunes
You said soon you're consumed by the doom
That's the same line that Kid Cudi used
Your Honor, no cap, you caught me red handed
I still don't think you really understand it
That one line was not no mess up
That was me praising scott Mesu
You see, I really love the culture
Some people still call me a vulture
So I pay respect at every avenue
Cause that's what a real motherf*ckin rapper do
Mr. Dash, I see that you love the game
Please do your best to refrain from taking shit that ain't from your brain
Your Honor, I'm sorry, you must be insane
Boy hush up, I already heard ya
Next charge on the table is muder
It says right here that you killed a beat with the heat that you speak
That came from your lungs
Your honor, come on, I'm just having fun
I do what I does, and that's what I love
Killed the instrumental like a bullet through the mental
Make the beats mom act all sentimental
Son, you understand that that was a confession
Now you better start to count your own blessings
Now I better start to teach you a lesson
20 Plus years the minimum sentence
Come on man
Why you gotta be so drastic?
I don't even bomb people, I just make a racket
Killed the damn game, yah I came and I stabbed it
So now what happens?
I don't really know
Someone please help your boy out so
I can keep dropping that so cold
Freeze the whole Earth to 20 below, oh
Mr. Dash, we still got one more charge
It says right here you are
Conspiring to get up higher than the stars
That inspired them bars that you spit all the time
Your honor, I ain't got time for a line
Need the throne now like a phone need an outlet
So I just outspit rapper that have that clout with no real talent
Mr. Dash, we have reached a verdict
And it seems that are the jurors are certain
A lifetime of bars where you can rhyme hard and make fine are next to an armed guard
The court of the second judicial circuit, hiphop division
Is now in session, the honorable Judge Wallace presiding
Everyone but the accused may be seated. Mr. Dash
You are being tried for three different charges
For biting styles, murdering a beat
And conspiracy to steal the throne, how do you plead?
Not guilty
Let us begin
Mr. Dash, your charges are serious
Your bars are delirious
I can tell that you're very passionate
But you can't go around just jacking shit
Your honor, I'm sorry, but I don't think you're right
Cause every single night I'm staying up and I write
I'm sorry if you have a problem paying homage
But I heard the song and I knew I had to drop it
Mr. Dash, I'm sorry if I am confused
But in one of your old tunes
You said soon you're consumed by the doom
That's the same line that Kid Cudi used
Your Honor, no cap, you caught me red handed
I still don't think you really understand it
That one line was not no mess up
That was me praising scott Mesu
You see, I really love the culture
Some people still call me a vulture
So I pay respect at every avenue
Cause that's what a real motherf*ckin rapper do
Mr. Dash, I see that you love the game
Please do your best to refrain from taking shit that ain't from your brain
Your Honor, I'm sorry, you must be insane
Boy hush up, I already heard ya
Next charge on the table is muder
It says right here that you killed a beat with the heat that you speak
That came from your lungs
Your honor, come on, I'm just having fun
I do what I does, and that's what I love
Killed the instrumental like a bullet through the mental
Make the beats mom act all sentimental
Son, you understand that that was a confession
Now you better start to count your own blessings
Now I better start to teach you a lesson
20 Plus years the minimum sentence
Come on man
Why you gotta be so drastic?
I don't even bomb people, I just make a racket
Killed the damn game, yah I came and I stabbed it
So now what happens?
I don't really know
Someone please help your boy out so
I can keep dropping that so cold
Freeze the whole Earth to 20 below, oh
Mr. Dash, we still got one more charge
It says right here you are
Conspiring to get up higher than the stars
That inspired them bars that you spit all the time
Your honor, I ain't got time for a line
Need the throne now like a phone need an outlet
So I just outspit rapper that have that clout with no real talent
Mr. Dash, we have reached a verdict
And it seems that are the jurors are certain
A lifetime of bars where you can rhyme hard and make fine are next to an armed guard
Writer: Adam Dashevsky
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid