I peep rap city high like to my eyesight   Witnesses bitches and kids frontin' to bring a shit   You get nothing from this write redundant to bring the dumb shit   I neva half ass my blast leaves you overcome-ed   The basement aroma should have waited for your diploma   Instead you dropped out now you grabb the microphone ta   Let the fox out a box out the center   Rippin' to end your agenda cuz I'm the microphone binga   Since you started rhyming you been barred from flyin'   Trying to push me to (peat)? I didn't buy your tape cuz pussy is cheap   Pushing me deep so I brush it to fuck it   You get busted to rubbish because my stuff is conducted.   On some thouroughness that fuck the world shit don't make it happen   You roll without friends but that sure don't attract them   The five man travelin' band I stand saggin' my pants   Caramel skin color the slim brother   I cancel and contort your financial support   AnRs ridiculed for havin' thoughts to deliver you   Give your crew brain lacerations   You're having dreams about stardom is only fame masturbation   My name is has awaken the criterion   So judgement is passed anyone budges I blast   Bust in that ass and got class for the clone   Brothers need to relax straight to the back like domes      Where you at to all the bad heads with the word   Where you at and if you getting fed by the herb   Where you at and all the brothers keeping shit tough   Where you at and others talking shit about us... bitch      No excuses I feel that there's none needed   I know that you resent me cuz I study how I'm greeted   I'm quick to touch the mic for the rep and for the loot   I'm known around my village as the mouth that likes to shoot   Now I no longer have time for your irrelevance   Because the ignorace is just as dangerous as the intelligence   It's all about the passege I'm trying to grasp it   And hopfully my son will forgive me for my habits   I manage to pity those flavorless with shitty flows   Amped of their camp actin' out their favorite videos   Save it give me those trophes you call balls for my display case   Now walk away and save face fuck the beef even you belive it ain't needed   I know that deep down you respect me cuz you study how I'm greeted   It's sewing up seams, it's pluggin' holes   Slug knows it takes more than toy flows and a b-boy prose   See, he keeps it clear and he strikes the fear   And he caught a Grammy for marketing strategy of the year   Where oh where is the server current status MCs need to take their bras off and burn them      Where you at to the ones in the front with their hands in the air like they just don't care   Where you at and for the kids in the back tack-fully surveying the stage to see who's wack   Where you at and to the ones that grab the mics at shows house parties or by themselves (go ahead get your flow on man)   Where you at and for that kid crawling out of bed at night putting fame on trains, bus benches and stop lights   Lavish I'll never have it I get too happy doing atmospheric damage to your amateurish madness   Lavish I'll never have it I get too happy doing atmospheric damage to your amateurish madness   Check your current status