Children of thee Underground - Nasty lyrics

Thats me... [NASty] When I'm in the booth, I spit like a missing tooth I'm the one they come to when they looking for the truth I got the proof and all the facts In fact, I'm finna make the rap game collapse And thats all because I'm so ... Peep my steelo, I'm real clean Lyrical bullets in my magazine They shoot hard, Im the best to start Alienated to the world cause I got dreams of foreigns cars And thats because I'm so ... Play pretend if you want I'm the one that they really really want Don't front, I been about my game Every time I flow, I'm insane And yes, NASty is the name I should get it on a chain, and you girl give me brain Cause you is too lame, look mane I k** this sh** all the time And you can tell by every rhyme that I'm always gonna shine I'm more like Optimus Prime with a bad b**h thats fine And I'm ... Add the swa*k at the beginning Me and my n***as on my team always gonna be winning I'm dreaming of a game that would be so lyrical, spiritual Nothing would be bland Kaioken these n***as no Super Saiyan Spitting flames like Charmeleon, Higher than a ceili-an I mean can you feel it man? Can you tell me what's life? Coming from a place where n***as don't make it out right But I'm finna get my limelight, with me and my team Way better since last time I was on the scene And I don't even have to rap about lean Maybe a little Mary Jane n***as love to hear the name ... And you can hear it in the song Am I wrong? To spit flames on what y'all drawn I'm a real artist, painting pictures with my lyrical phrases and words Picture me with the birds, So fly, Don't deny that I'm the guy Yeah n***as ain't ready for a lyrical master, I cause disasters And every beat you see me on is shattered, Scatter Before my lyrical bullets pop ya Top Shotta, I'm the number one scholar But I'm the same little n***a who'll ask for a dollar But when I make make it, I might pay you back Laugh out loud, that was a good crack I attack with rap, I use bars instead of gats And all these rap n***as stuck in the trap She sit on my lap, she ride that, cuffed on the sack She slobbed on my nob like corn on the cob All this smoke in the air you would think it was fog And on a beat ... I'm a complete hog No room for whack rappers Doesn't matter if your flow is faster What matters is what you make out of the batter Is it dough or something whack? sh**, we'll find out when you drop that new track But I'm a progress to success, and a n***a don't sleep, I f**ing rest The best number one, I need no gun, Cause my lyrical missiles is what I use I abuse n***as who reuse I exude so much greatness, and judging by this, you can tell what my fate is