Why We Thugs

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Hook:

My mind is a constant rhyme factory

Nobody knows how I am naturally

To me, hip hop music is like crack to fiends

Talk shit 'bout the genre, that is blasphemy

If you otherwise, you not clapping me

I assure you, that's not happening

You all wanna know, how I am actually

Fuck you, grab the mic, let the action be

Verse 1

I'm a rhyming kamikaze, fly into your crib

Anybody wanna fight me, bye bye to your ribs

I'm a missile rocket, I explode on a record

I'mma diss a fucker, he'll be gone in a second

Hotter than a toaster, I'll blow your composure

If I get close enough, your life is over

Go stupid, I'm Lucifer and Jesus combined

I bruises and cruises over enemy lines

Abuses with music and felony rhymes

I do this like shooters, constantly spit fire

Kill them, no weapon, I know no limits

Imagine stepping to me with no business

Know my potential is more than infinite

Pick up my pencil, you see me grinning

I'm just so mental, that's what I see

You can't pretend to be just like me

Hook:

My mind is a constant rhyme factory

Nobody knows how I am naturally

To me, hip hop music is like crack to fiends

Talk shit 'bout the genre, that is blasphemy

If you otherwise, you not clapping me

I assure you, that's not happening

You all wanna know, how I am actually

Fuck you, grab the mic, let the action be

Verse 2

I spit a verse, it's a curse for a rapper

It quenches my thirst, I burst, I'm an attacker

I'm ready to serve anyone like a waiter

When will you learn, I'm greater than a hater

Obliterate literally anyone here

Finna make history and make you fear

I know the tricks to be the sickest alive

No one can stop me, shoutout disses that tried

They R.I.P now, they visit the sky

That's the answer to question: How vicious am I?

I'm a wizard disguised as a normal person

Bitching and lies is the thing I'm allergic to

The Ripper is my, let's say alter ego

I'm spitting 'till crying, I'll outrap the evil

Even if it's wrapped in hard titanium

All these weird thoughts inside my cranium

Hook:

My mind is a constant rhyme factory

Nobody knows how I am naturally

To me, hip hop music is like crack to fiends

Talk shit 'bout the genre, that is blasphemy

If you otherwise, you not clapping me

I assure you, that's not happening

You all wanna know, how I am actually

Fuck you, grab the mic, let the action be

Verse 3

Rolex in your mouth, better watch your words

I make sound, you need seven thousand nurses

I'm stronger than Kanye, I'm bigger than L

The only thing I do before spitting is inhale

Like a drug dealer, I got a lot of dope lines

Say, what's up, killer, 'cause now your soul's mine

I'm a blood spiller, challenge me, you have no mind

You can call me griller, I burn rappers, they go blind

Broke the code to the pattern of this universe

All of y'all, you gon' scatter, when I spit a unique verse

Like a burning restaurant, my bars are fire

My songs are to test them all, are they real or a liar?

Spitting a rhyme is like holding a rifle

You know what you're doing but you don't know what you might do

Like a peephole, I can see you right through

Wanna brawl? For you, it's not looking bright, dude

Hook:

My mind is a constant rhyme factory

Nobody knows how I am naturally

To me, hip hop music is like crack to fiends

Talk shit 'bout the genre, that is blasphemy

If you otherwise, you not clapping me

I assure you, that's not happening

You all wanna know, how I am actually

Fuck you, grab the mic, let the action be