Sorry I call everything a bitch
This bitch, that bitch, those bitch, them bitch
Zed bitch, Z bitch, whatever bitch
Let's see if I can get this bitch off here in one go
Beat an a rhyme
Same time, heat n' combine
To keep it refined
On point and in line
Anoint with the fire an flavor
Higher behavior
This joint just a taster
No favors
Not an option
I'm bringin' the props, til I sing in a coffin
Talkin' bout trash to spit next
That ass you kiss will leave you lipless
Just just rest that life underground
Many types come around with hype and no sound (Throw down)
Let's see the proof
But most you flutes don't toot the truth
Rap bout crack n' coke an killin
But there's no gatt that your coat concealin
You hopeless villains
Stealin' someone's style
While I let mine run wild
I'll just take it back
In a daze
Have you diggin' in the crates for scraps
Egg em an react, phase in fact
Rap ridin on a makeshift craft
I'm intact with prime impact
Designed to drill your mind with tracks
Rail-roadin' the rodents to set examples
And the rest get trampled
I know times are changin
But I
Keep my rhymes arrangin
And I
Know that you
Don't wanna test the flow
Just lookin' for reaction
Try to gauge your reaction
Just try to get some reaction
I know times are changin
But I
Keep my mind arrangin
And I
Know that you
Don't wanna test the flow
Just lookin' for reaction
Try to gauge your reaction
Just tryin' to get some reaction
Tell me mo
Tion, on a roll
Bout to bowl with jelly in the domino's
Cause and effect over obstacles
Raw an direct to the pot o gold
Taught to flow
From Pac an Moke
Now I got waves to rock ya boat
Clock the ghost
Past midnight, get nice
Scratch it like a dj with head-lice
While he on meth Ice
The best nights
Don't matter if ya dead wrong or dead right
Splatter on fed cops an read rights
Faster to go beyond them red lights
One time
Don't gotta be said twice
Direct flight to jet to the next height
Itch for a hit like insect bites
I don't respect fights just to get 'likes
Instead, mics
Blown to pieces
Come correct with the rep once told in thesis
Can't own or lease this
Pay homage at least bitch
Every tree ain't the peach-tits
But take a deep sniff through your nose
Let it blow like"fire in the hole!"
Slices of my back arms
Make me look like a junkie with some track marks
But I'm a tin bashar
Who just wanna work fast, hard
With no lunch eats
No perks for every bit of grief
And very little sleep, cause soon as work's complete
I'm in this heat seat, Workin' these beats
Certainly sheep will imitate (Tate)
Everything they think is great
Long as there's distinction made
Between these screens
And the ink on page
The rage and reaction
Is it staged, Or real as Maxzen?
Our brains are so based on fiction
We lackin' an actual name to depict it (Non)
And I know times are changin
But I keep my mind arrangin
And I know that you
Don't wanna test this flow
Just lookin' for reaction
Tryna gauge your reaction
Just tryna get some reaction
I know times are changin
But I keep my rhymes arrangin
And I know that you
Don't wanna test the flow
Just lookin' for reaction
Tryna gauge your reaction
Just tryna get some reaction
I think I can, (F*ck this shit)
I know I can (Ya f*ckin' right)
I can, I can, I know I can, I think I can (No f*ckin' way)
I think I can
I think I can
I know I can
I think I can
F*ck the streams
I just let leak
Piss on your technique
If you think you're the shit on a wet streak
Beats beat that ass into next week
Repeat on smash
Delete that trash
Unless you're really gonna go flex some heat
Then keep on pass
Direct with the drive an the dream on draft
Dissected to dive in the deep and adapt
Keep it intact
No need to go too fast with the cream of the craft
With a queen in your lap
Just lean and sit back
Don't let the demons react
And if it seems that the rap takin' over me
Cause I'm seasoned and packed in a rolled up leaf
Hola beach
Si como hold-a-peach
My limbs got all the reach
You can't get over me
You need me like a notary
So contact the older me
You nosy freaks can leave a message on the rotary
And I'll get right back, I swear
I declare, That I care
You're quite a scare
With your righteous stare
Like a rat-sized bear
Something's there, Beware
I heard a rustle in that dumpster there
The one full of young shunned underwear (scumbag unaware)
All you creeps better come prepared
These kids need to sleep in peace on their pillow
Not need a piece kept under there
And may the fathers of all school shooters
Be neutered
So those kids could never get guns from their
Punch drunk marriage
And be some dumb, punk, terrorist
Son of a bitch, Son of embarrassment
There he went, Tryin' to get a reaction
And ends up another kid in a casket