Second Womb - Luck (feat. Marty & Berlin...!) Lyrics

Shinobi to a samurai jack
Penalize a wack artist who lack
A simple fact on the track
Homie got in the booth
And didn't know how to act
He only know how to rap
He ain't down with the hip
He don't know how to hop
He ain't teaching you game
Only boasting a lot
About the clothes that he rock
And all the models he pop
That bring him bottles for shots
He ain't down with the hip
He ain't learn how to hop
Don't touch that mic
Your rhymes not hot
You don't live that life
Them lines played out
That hip don't rock
That hop won't bounce
Don't cross that line
I'll rhyme you out
Void your whole flow
Them rhymes don't count
You lack all hip
Ya hop don't bounce
You spit like shit
Fool close your mouth
You rely on the bucks
You rely on the fame
You ain't giving out game
It's a god damn shame
You ain't even living up to your name
Man you just living out your name
Playing mother f*cking games
You don't care about the culture vulture
Who are you without the bitches
And the bucks
You ain't nothing but another name
Living off of luck
Talking all them guns in your raps
Clowns couldn't blow heat through a torch
Round of applause watch the homie react
Once he noticed I'm strapped
BBBRRRRAATTT TAT TATTTT
He don't want me to snap
Know my hip on lax
Throw the hop on wax
Nerds get nerfed
Super soaker spitta
Serve dessert
No artificial reminisce
Or imitation penmanship
Trade the sentimental
View the censorless
Catch it in ya inner net
Caught up with that weapon X
Protect your neck
Weave a web see a dead one resurrect
Live forever through the sonic measurement
The Womb be the residence
Resonating excellence
We hip hopping
They kids bopping often
Represent Represent
Proper Portions
Bombing a fraud rapper corrupting culture
You rely on the bucks
You rely on the fame
You ain't giving out game
It's a god damn shame
You ain't even living up to your name
Man you just living out your name
Playing mother f*cking games
You don't care about the culture vulture
Who are you without the bitches
And the bucks
You ain't nothing but another name
Living off of luck
All the fortune and the fame
In the world wouldn't coat this
Audio dope
Fluent flow
Roll up
Bump this
Lurking underground
Nigga flow and earth
Tame ya hoe bro
She a flirt once she notice how I work this
Boy you a rapper
Nigga Imma spitta
Hear the difference in my whole shit
Doo Doo Brown fool my crew 2 live
Fraud rapper speaking lies every other line
Voodoo rhymes
Constant nonsense
Violence ain't the answer
Toxic vomit
Lead a young'n to a whole lotta synthetics
All because his role model embedded
In they brain
Someone let me know what happened to the game
Muh fuccas started playing just to get a name
Out with innovation
In with imitation
No limit on a clone or it's play on a single station
Naaaa nigga that's that radiation
That's that radiation
I never believed in luck before
But how the f*ck these labels
Gonna go and sign you boy
I never believed in luck before
Only in hell would a label wanna sign you boy