I’m Not A Hater lyrics

[Verse]
I'm not a genius I just think a lot
And MCs they ain't nervous they just [?] a lot
And you're not an alcoholic you just drink a lot
I'm burning pages with my pen because my ink is hot
I've got twelve melted pens that end in my pocket protector
My man chilling inside a [?] that's my sector
We wrecked a instrumental
Every time a freestyle cypher [?] inside a temple
Get gentle and sentimental when I cuddle with freaks
Still I can't get my mind off all the trouble in the streets
MCs bite my rhymes while I struggle to eat
Mad DJs are clowns but they can't even juggle beats
Plus all they flare is nostrils
And all they know about the [?] is what they learned at the hospital
They got twelve punches but no technique in their arsenal
I seen one kid try to transport me, that sh*t looked impossible
It was the obstacle, where's your knowledge of hip hop
Microphone hogs get their lips knocked
Straight out of low cash of gut [?] just like prince rock
I'm about to spread my asscheeks on your ears and let my sh*t drop
Dank cans are leaving space on my hands
And I'm a dangerous man who brain scans
I try to not rock name brands
Your mom will wear Adidas till her death
Singing all day "I dream about Sage" under her breath
I wonder what's left of the underground heads
[?] heart in your hip hop to me it sounds dead
Base nine on your bed I heard your girl yell next
You ain't a pimp just because that b*tch sells sex
But you ain't a player just because you wear a jersey
No fear no mercy
Scared MCs can't do nothing but swear and curse me
Swearin to hearse me but I don't know the pain
It's like menthol Novocaine for my clean and sober brain
I let the poppers pop and the breakers break
I represent B-Boys with the back pains and headaches
I make fakes run home just throw the one poem
Mixtape number twenty one DJ Unknown
I'm not from Houston I just rap a lot
And DJs names sell out they just play crap a lot
And you're not a b*tch ass you just get smacked a lot
I just keep dissing you if you back up and not