[Intro: Big Smoke]
I'd like two number 9's; a number 9 large; a number 6, extra dip; a number 7; two number 45's, one with cheese; and a large soda
[Verse 1: BS-Calrissian]
Not sure if I know how to flow on this beat
Just gon spit out what comes up in my mind, B
Write it on a sheet than find some nice way
To rhyme the whole day but anyway
ABC rhymes what I drop, believe it or not
Since I’m not a rapper like Supa hot
A Jacket and a shirt but no glasses
My ass is, still able to see properly
Surprisingly I never meant to be, a rapper
Anyway, now I would say, I may got dues to pay
Thanks to JFKray for hosting this today
Now have a nice day and peace to Young M.A
[Verse 2: ThaHipHopHead]
With a pen, and a pad, the lead, and the graphite
Lyrically aim for yo' head, have you packin' bags tonight
Can't invade my homestead, deadly as laughin' gas to fight
I create my poems, read 'em, ready to sacrifice a life
My opponents, I deaded them, instrumentals I've shredded 'em
Careers, I've ended them, can't mess with my emblem
I'm Master P with the ladies, you Lil' B with the flows though
There's no way you can fade me, kill me, you won't bro
Lucrative, Shady with the rhymes, maiming all your minds
Crazy when I lay these amazing eyebrow-raising lines
Never lazy, a phenom in the making, taking your dimes
Destruction and creation align when I'm making my grind
I beef with whoever labels me a "Lyrical spiritual miracle"
I want you to hear it all, fear the thought, and turn hysterical
Rappers run rampantly when I rock the stage
And do it so hard, leave 'em shellshocked, and dazed
[Verse 3: JFKray]
I’m sellin that food cause I’m tryna eat
I’m flying right through cause I’m packing heat
Wrapping beats in body bags then an open casket
Don’t bury the hatchet just wrap the case the fastest
I asked it you answer me, regardless where the dancers be
Tryna feed them weed then get that sh*t passed to me
You take Ls I make Ls I break hell then shake ale
From hate cells to fake jails can't even hold me well
You celebrate the fake the moment that I decimate
Desecrate a lake with oil that’s your f*cking fate
Just wait to see me spoil all your hope wake your brain up
You just hydrate I fly and take the game up
To eleven, get high till we in heaven
And see my family and MCs f*ck a reverend
Oh sh*t, this my come down, purgatory end of story
Heart weighs a tonne so I’m some way down in hell
Waking up in cold sweats, rubbing on my neck
I say never again but I’ll take it up once more I bet
[Verse 4: Anglo Blaxon:]
Nobody’s safe anymore
I’m the only genius on Genius with a great IQ score
You a genie, n*gga I’m Jesus, you should lay to the floor
The only giant that’s big when I’m juxtaposed next to Thor
Everybody else is below me…you know me?
Mr.Anglo, Blaxon, RG-G-O-D
I haven’t been renegaded since I hopped on this beat
Now everybody else is starving while I finally EAT
Everybody else in this cypher
Is just a victim. I hit em and stick em with an extended clip
Of my lyrics, fire at rhythm, I know you dead
Won't stop until he drippin with aqua red
We leave em in dust, it’s a must
Take my di*k out then I p*ss em
Pause, ass out then I sh*t em
Juju on they grave then we dig em
Play with your body then body your body like you was still livin'
Your favorite rapper is MF DOOM
You wouldn’t know Music if she spent the night in your room
I think some of yall n*ggas is deaf
A bunch of forum faggots with Sweatshirts tatted up on the chest
[Verse 5: gamemast15r]
I make the weapon withdrawal
Motherf*ckers wanna know why I’m steppin to ya’ll
Because I’m starving motherf*cker
Supersize me motherf*cker
I don’t want you b*tches eating, just to watch the rest of you fall
And while Donald Trump is busy p*ssing mexicans off
I’m mastering the game, I am the best of them all
The fifteen stands for the bullets I’ll put into your pus*y
You’re firing blanks, I’m gonna retire in banks
You pushing fire? You’se a liar, motherf*cker don’t push me
You like a smelly smegma left out for four weeks
I am raw beef, you corn cheese, I abhor weak
I wait until the door creek and it’s making noise
To catch a predator, motherf*cker you like raping boys
I spit on the pavement you walk and the flavor you rock?
Ain’t sh*t compared to me, cause you favoring c*ck
No hate to gays, I just hate you the most
Talk flames? Imma turn your hate into toast
And you wanna talk to me about the lamest of roasts
I hate dissing, I just wanna hang you and boast
Talk about overeating, you better guard your back
Or imma slit your cardiac and make it look like a heart attack
What ever made you think that you would be part of rap
I take the air out your lungs as if you were starting crack
Deevil’s Advocate eating, JC Assassin is eating
You like to talk sh*t? Spit all about that ass you like eating
Shaolin_Chef cooking the meal while Madison eating
Young Toronto is eating, I just laugh at your seething
I'm a hungry motherf*cker, gamemaster ain't eating
Talking sh*t on facebook, now you're status beefing?
I hate that sh*t, I place raps with, how my macs spit, lay your ass out on the mattress
I make motherf*ckers do gymnastics, it takes practice, I blew a gasket, watching motherf*ckers do backflips
I spit only the crack sh*t, thirty two bars so don’t sleep
I’ll turn you anorexic motherf*cker, don’t eat
[Verse 6: Almighty U-Sorcerer]
I'm the rap God in his prime, I'm stopping the time
My options are 9's, semi's loaded, Optimus Prime
When the Assassin was going out in his last scene like Scarface
Same time, the Sorcerer reincarnate
It's me, the spaz talking all that jazz, going ballistic
The one who made you scared to even be artistic
The one who made a killing in A minor, no assistance
The one who got you out the slums and made you look realistic
The one who been eating since before Trav was on pills
The one who been eating, survival skills, Bear Grylls
Golden grills in my teeth, a young n*gga life unfulfilled
The money at the stand still, but the money in the landfill
I'm going in the windmills, I may just split a wig or two
Don't know what a n*gga do, you think I was into you
I hate y'all nowadays, have to teach a thing or two
12 strapped like 12, think you gonna win or lose?
Sorcerer, just in case you forgot my name
Not the same, imposter tryna act proper when I'm the Doctor Strange
Lost my faith, but the Bible still tryna get faith in me
Major keys, crash the Benz before they get Mercedes keys
Had to reorganize my hoes from A to Z
So many contacts in my phone, my SIM card don't know what to say to me
And in the time it takes you to realize who you're messing with
I'm stepping quick, heat on me like Pacino, I'm your nemesis
Lightskin still scared for police enforcement
Jumping fences like I'm tryna get a Nike endorsement
More than important, imported the bricks from informants
Wire on him, recording, police got them a warrant
And next door, neighbors be cussing bout a disturbance
Cause the weed was so loud, it circulated the current
And thank God I left because the scent reached the end of the hall
Police officer in the apartment, arrested them all
So I'm out here like free my n*ggas but they ain't gon' do sh*t
Licensed to pack, got a blueprint, your life might be concluded
If you play with my crew, you may be wounded
Undisputed, the assassin was executed
And I rise from the grave, trap Makaveli
Rap's most wanted for a recording but it was hinted indirectly
And I call the space man
Jump out this world, I'mma be in the next Space Jam
I can't play with you, you acting like a wasteman
I wouldn't play, I tucked a 30 in my waistband
Young M.A., California Love like young L.A
You taking L's, I'mma excel, Fresh Prince of Bel-A
Will Smith, I terminate n*ggas with the kill switch
Been a while since the last time, but I'm still rich
And Gamemast15r make a grown man do gymnastics
But Dr. S straight-forward, he put you in that casket
And we been breaking in and hitting licks, f*ck Alarm Force
And we be coming at you like a motherf*cking dark horse
And we been slanging rocks like it was nothing, I been hardcore
And I just caught a body, fingertips on triggers like guitar chords
You hypocrites, still flipping you n*ggas like parkour
Y'all tried to be hot dogs so I shot up your frankfurter
And then you wanted beef so I cooked up the hamburger
Sorcerer here to stay, whipping on the back burner, aye!
[Verse 7: KenZin0]
f*ck rappin' sit back
While I talk to you
It's been a long time comin'
But I made it through
Now it's time to target in
On sh*t I aim to prove
Money power respect
I'm on a hot pursuit
Like.. police chases
Life's a rat race
But I've remained patient
Anxious, complacent
At the bar wasted
Conversatin' with Satan
Order another round
Of shots, f*ck chasers
And f*ck laws 'cuz
I've above 'em all
At least I thought I was
When I stumbled home in Fall
Of.. '08 man it felt great
To rage, order drinks
Knowing I was under age
Using liquor to attack
Every molecule in my brain
Never thought my carelessness
Would carry me into a cage
But it did, of course it did
I was a kid
Invincibility covered my skin
But that's the thing..
Cops don't give a f*ck who you are
Crime's faceless
Viewed from shotgun of a squad car
Thoughts racin', they say
"Remain where you are"
Split second I jetted
The chase didn't get far
I still remember the taste
Of pavement and the ta
After that pus*y pushed me
Right into the hood of a parked car