Nothing

Yeah

 

These haters gonna watch every step I take

They are gonna wait it out and point every mistake i make..

They are gonna dig up every bad rap i made..

They are gonna stay up late and plan a bait

They are gonna curse until i pull a grenade

They are gonna wish that i instantly fade..

They wish for some proof or something..

But bad luck guys your gonna get nothing..

 

 

These guys hide in the dark

Wait for me to embark and then enter my house

and put on a fire that no one can douse,

But this means a battle

A battle in a dungeons with daggers and dragons

But this is just a dappedy damn drab draft of rap

written in a downpour

its getting a bit sophisticated so lets take it outdoor

Haters on one side and Jammy on the other

They are following me like i am some kind of mystical unstable criminal

They click on the muzzle and give me a look that is a bit quizzical

But i disappear in a flash that is a bit unimaginable.

This is a typical miracle magic that is original..

It is a dull double trouble puzzle that could crumble your skull

I am a cynical evil devil out of a bottle found in a puddle

With these unstoppable incredible impossible lyrical

Making fun of me that aint even a bit satirical

Getting explicable about me the next instant i went subliminal

Hey Im not hypercritical but i say things that are metophorical

In this Egotistical world where things are meta physical

and when your cancer turn from preclinical to subclinical

I know i am supercritical but it aint typical

You guys are clumsier than a baby riding a tricycle

acting sweeter than Xylitol

 

Chorus