Tripping

Sound like a fucking parrot squawking, poor thing

Step back and quit gawking, lyrically sliced from my sword swing

Of course it’s, the one who spits raw hits

Hit the floor, you trip, can’t spit, get ripped

Upon the maestro, nice? no, you’ll find though, my rhymes glow

Lyrical acrobatics, Illmatic tactics

Explode upon your forces, with a full clip, don’t force it

If you ain’t got mic skills you can’t pay your light bills

Quite. Smack a wack rapper out of sight

Whether in the daylight or night, I fight

Any who oppose me, quit boasting, lyrical roasting

Your lyrics are aimless, quit quoting, painless?

Kicking weak rhymes to get famous?

I hear the same shit, you be nameless

This the way it’s supposed to be, tie the rope up G

You got no hope you see, it ain’t meant to be