FUCK M.C's
• Written by cannabiskid
cannabiskid's Notes
To all rappers who think they are kings... Bow down to new niggas
I've fucked up somany emcees i should be imprisoned for multiplerace
der crimes
Leaving scenes cordoned off and sealed with police tape lines
Sculpting a new age whenever i shape rhymes
Sending you in reverse along the evolutionary chain as far back as the ape times
You don't believe me? You are more faithless than your blind dog
Time for you to leave, you need sleep , someone call the cab
I will be blackin' out my thoughts but still my vision ain't wasted
Your raps are a bad joke
I keep spitting the truth so don't rub it out on your face
Im on a paper Chase damn what a paper race
I stand on my own telling emcees to kill the tone , because I'd walk in your crib and say im home
Emcees better leave me alone before i disappear like a shadow clone
Am the bullet in your gun and the feeling that is still to come
Fuck all the emcees that think they are kings
See the thing is slow poison is here and most of you bitches don't know me
Well I'm taking and breaking every fake rappers in the making
I freestyle verses till the earth starts shaking
So don't even put your shit on the shelf
And if i may add tell Twill to go fuck himself
Play you, for what? you gonna play yourself
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cannabiskid
Member since June 25 2015