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Lyrics
Verse 1:
Back on tha attack, it's rap's official Mad Hatter, bringin' back tha fast game to make your brain splatter/
Inane chatter you wack cats no mind no matter, you mind I'm badder? Ha! Like you matter!/
Whether fact or fiction my rappin' diction's a maddening friction sick spits afflict like a crack addiction/
You can't resist it, tha mix hits harder than a trance vision, even if you were watchin' through glass prisms/
Tha angles simply can't be catagorized, I'm glad to remind that I'm bad for your mind, to advanced with tha rhymes/
To compare to tha common populace, bombin' with tha chart toppin' hits, on top of this?! You're barely reachin' bottom kid/
Tha problem is these kids that drop tha garbage spits, that rotten shit, they've boughten into everything wrong with this/
That bobbin' shit producers flip, dropped with a bufie spit, instead of sifting through it, tha masses gettin' used to it/
Well fuck you, I'm improvin' it, feel tha groove and move with it, takin' crowds from wack cats that have nothin' to do with it/
Introduce a flow so dope your heroes will be usin' it, so catchy chiropractors will pay me to keep doin' it/
You almost ruined it, lucky I came to save it, snatched tha bar from out your hands and then drastically raised it/
Concept's to hard for you? Well let me try an' explain it, I guess I'll play it safe and take it back to tha basics/
Hook:
Face tha facts, I'm takin'.... takin' it back, maiming tha wack with brass tactics actin' fast/
Blastin' cats with rapid smacks of bats, cuttin' tha wack from rap, keepin' tha phat intact/
Heatin' tha speakers up with legions of street features, greetin' your teeth with tha fist of a freak creature/
Releasin' a beast to even increase emcees on they knees, flow's so dope, tha steeze mistaken for keys/
Verse 2:
My lips tips flip spits to rip kids eyelids cryin' cause I sent tha expectations flyin'/
Like airborne pilots pullin' barrel roll sky flips, careful those wires on my mic are live kid/
Priceless tha way my tracks leave jaws off tha hinges, so dope my business is switchin' tracks for syringes/
No better in this, I am tha child called hip-hop, come to spit shock, rip shop and lick shots/
Been hot since tha ice age, why you think it didn't last? When I see a mic, I'm quick to rip it fast/
And blast an emcee into tha previous century, same will happen to anyone that you send to me/
Instantaneous, I spray in a stadium radius, I was made for this, live and breathe every day to spit/
Tha dangerous factor, paid to spray a chapter a day to make a rapper fade away/
These packaged rappers flashin' gats backwards, I smack 'em so fast they'll think it's a past fracture/
I come with tha God-like delivery, everytime I speak, you feel an emcee's quiver peak/
Heed my warnin', first-borns quench my ravenous thirst for blood bursts, flood earth with cursed mayhem/
Spray them till they end, may it be told, I am tha greatest because fortune favors tha bold/
Hook:
Verse 3:
My tracks get your hands up like I was robbin' you blind, ill lyrics, phat beats, get your heads bobbin' in time/
Heart-stoppin' rhymes are tha signature of tha west coast, we leave guest hoes ridin' in vest-mode/
Best go, we do things here in a different steeze, think you can compete.... bitch please/
I'm known to kick ribs in rippin’ schisms, fix ’em with barbwire stitches, then I slit your wrists quick/
Tha flows are gifted, miss it? Then listen again, I'm a say it one more time, so pay attention/
Tracks meant to leave heads bent in, dented, tha message I send causes massive head spins/
Have tha wack guessin' and tha ill speechless, got you mad cause it took me 8 months to achieve this/
Leave emcees in a heap heavin', I will blaze a heat spit at any cat for no reason/
It's treason what some rapper's committin', cashin' souls in to be an industry victim/
They must be shittin' gold out tha yin-yang, time to explode on tha scene, release tha big bang/
You spark a weak spit on tha mic.... I'll burn that, turn that around, that crap don't concern rap/
Reject requests for respect, earn that, objectively the best, bitch you best learn that/
Hook: (repeat)
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