[Intro]
We decided to listen to your record
[Verse 1]
sh** was wack! No one understood what you said. Even if I was a Bobble, I couldn't Bobble my head. It's just for the simple fact That you can't even rap. Don't consider this a diss to you. I got my finishing moves. Put my knife in your back. Forcefully push it down to your a** crack. My lyrics are lethal. Like drinking some diesel. As rare as a souvenir from the times of medieval. This ain't sh**, we all know I could've been a little more evil. Hope you understand. I put it in the simplest form. In a spot, where it wouldn't cough up a storm
Oh, I crushed your dreams? Trust me...this ain't what it seems
[Verse 2]
Labels aren't my concern. It's Cash Money rappers I want to watch burn. It's at the top of my list. Why do these garbage a** rappers even have to exist? Smartest way to take control of your mind. Spitting facts in a rhythm and rhyme. I found a solution, to fix the confusion, destroy the illusion and start a revolution
I'm the mastermind with the master plan. More deadly than C4 strapped to Taliban. Music is my dedication and vaccination. To rappers that's a deadly combination. Soon you'll experience My Apocalypse. To stop me it's gonna take more then numbers and competence. This ain't bragging, this is pure confidence
I don't like to brag about little sh**. I don't brag about how real I can get. f** your input and f** the point you tryna make. You'd still be calling me a lier if denied that I was fake