uhhmm RAP, (: Options

[akjsd]

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[sikdragon]

lyrically egotistical, blazin outta princible-
you gotta a lot a nerve to think you can serve-
anything, just a simple wack transition between y'all-
as down as you claim to be, you're too clean y'all-
kinda like taking a step backwards-
when you rhyme to be like mc edwards-
asian stuck in inflation up in tha suburbs-
wearin' your high priced gangsta out fit-
it's kinda sad when you thinka bout it-
that y'all are so cool, ha! i kinda doubt it-
jason is the reason we keepin the diss ant alive-
i'm comparin' y'all to an aerosal can when you drive-
in your rich ass mercedes, you let out a lot of hot air-
when it comes to the ladies-
no truth or honor found in you at all, you live with your mouth-
cuz you left your roots in the south, you talk the walk-
but get caught in an outline of chalk-
your body lay where your words say-
dead in the middle of the street, but hey-
you used to flow, so what now?
you gonna pistol whip me, grab me by the face pretend to hit me-
and cry when i dont fall, you dont faze me, you must be crazy-
to think that your weak ass rhymes impress anyone, when they lazy-
it's like you're just racing, to get lines that find the rhyme with bitch-
but the OG's mean more than this, but since they day, rap has b'come nothing more than a get rich quick scheme-
left the real dream dead and bloodied up the ravine-
hope's lost for this generation of baby's mamas wit no daddies at home-
more interest in tha pimps wit they limps and they caddies 'n chrome-
so it doesnt matter that your boys splatter, when ya go bust up somebody else-
we all the same, pulling against the same grain and still we just watch the plane crash into the towers-
although we have the power to end the tragedy-
stop the hate instead of just imagining-
but you dont care, it doesnt matter where the babies sleep-
it doesnt matter that they grew up on the street-
it doesnt matter that they only family is they crew-
it doesnt matter because it all started with you-
you gots ta get yours-
so keep rhyming your wack rhymes and keep perpetuating the hate crimes-
it's your life live it or dont, cuz all those people who you look past are staring back into your eyes in perpetual size wondering your next move-
you gonna step back and do as you say, or you gonna keep frontin' the groove and catch your aids-
it dont matter, cuz you aint real, so there's nothing to feel-
keep your rhyme and rythm, keep your libertarianism-
keep your self help and work for me plan-
i want none of it, cuz your lyin' to me man-