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Dope Boy (4 minute verse)

  1. //Verse:
  2. JC hopping on this banging beat
  3. Spitting hot so hope you can handle the heat
  4. This ain't no elementary conjunction junction
  5. I'm big with the fundamentals like Tim Duncan
  6. Cause it's a spur of the moment whenever I spit
  7. all these hits and tearing up rappers bit by bit
  8. Either that or I shred em like those ninja turtles
  9. and beat their asses faster than Bolt in the hurdles
  10. You battle me, you're bound to see malice
  11. I'm crazier than Ron Artest picking fights at the Palace
  12. Cause no world peace is involved here
  13. That's why compared to me, you're like Mickey Mouse, a musketeer
  14. Flow smooth as vanilla, and colder than ice
  15. My point? Vanilla Ice can disappear for a smaller price
  16. Cause "Ice Ice Baby" was priceless like MasterCard
  17. One and done (Dunn) like Adam, a master of the cards
  18. cause I'm a strikeout machine known for being obscene
  19. and making great big scenes since I was sixteen
  20. So fuck with me, my rhymes will smash your spleen
  21. and have you tumbling like a Mexican jumping bean
  22. Some people don't get how hard I fucking worked just to get to where I'm at
  23. like this one dude from Mass
  24. I'll show my Token of appreciation
  25. by battling him and impulsively starting an altercation
  26. to bring him condemnation, and expose his fabrication
  27. of lies, in my eyes that'll lead to devastation
  28. I'll turn his rhymes to a puddle, they'll start evaporating
  29. Which will only make me better, cause they'll be condensing
  30. straight to me, so fuck if he has bars
  31. Only way he can win is if he REALLY plays his cards
  32. But fuck it, back to what I was doing
  33. Cause everyone will get burned with the shit I'm brewing
  34. Only way you burn people is by fucking with Bunsen
  35. and end up losing pounds like robbers in London
  36. I'm a cold player in this game like Chris Martin
  37. I can't comprehend your shit, it's full of useless jargon
  38. I'm in a class of my own, but I never cut class
  39. I'll beat you so fast, to mask the pain you'll need to take grass
  40. and get high off it then turn it into ash
  41. just to simply get your tank full of gas
  42. But mine will never get empty, I go 0 to 100 real quick
  43. Erasing with a razor, yeah Bic
  44. I'm sicker than MJ with the flu
  45. I drill you rappers cause you're a bunch of screw
  46. ups that threw your chances away
  47. Now you glorify doing drugs and getting friskay
  48. So fuck the drugs, fuck the money, and fuck a deal
  49. If I were to sign, I'd probably get shit stealed
  50. stolen, whatever same thing
  51. I'm way too fly just to be waiting in the wings
  52. I've struggled with CP my whole entire life
  53. But I'll still disable all of y'all with my rhymes
  54. I'm a maverick never fading away like Dirk Nowitzki
  55. In the end, you'll all get a low spit spree
  56. Oh hell wait that made no sense
  57. But I'll still get my two cents, you're rhymes ain't even dense
  58. Cause all they'll do is sink, whereas mine just swim
  59. You can't light it up, you're no match, you're just dim
  60. Hit the gym and bulk up if want to battle
  61. Call me Aerosmith, cause I'm back in the saddle
  62. And ain't no challenge I can't handle
  63. I'm with your bitch playing ping pong with my paddle
  64. That's what the game sounds like today
  65. Good beats, whack rhymes, and a myriad of clichés
  66. Ah, fuck I just slaughtered this beat
  67. in my house, man ain't this neat
  68. and sweet? No defeats, killing shit on repeat
  69. I'm hungrier than ever, so all I do is eat
  70. If one thing's for sure I'm coming for the elite
  71. with my boy Bee, we the B.O.C.
  72. Enough with this shit, I better take it slow
  73. Nah fuck that, but just know
  74. //Hook:
  75. I'm a dope boy
  76. I'm one of the game's last hope, boy
  77. I'm steady going up on the slope, boy
  78. If you ever get beat, you'll have to cope, boy
  79. You better call the cops on me for rape, boy
  80. When the shit comes out get the tape, boy
  81. And I wouldn't be late, boy
  82. I'm a superhero, no cape boy
  83. I'll leave you blindsided, pull the drapes boy
  84. //Outro:
  85. JC. I'm out. Bitch. Word to Jahlil Beats. Motherfucker.

Lyrics added by JoshCarroll323

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