Copywrite - Nowhere to Hide At lyrics

[Eon] Murderous on mics, and my alibis a comedy The evidence has got to be printed on the quantigy The Cannibus Cup poll panelists, award an*lysts We don't build this sh**, we dismantle it Turnin' icy rocks to little rubber piles White hop meltin' up space shuttle tiles Bring that crap to your lap with desktop Or end up like George Pop at the rest stop [Copywrite] Spit 'til your chest pop, still can't get a guest stop Only way you pushin' whips is workin' at a s** shop The hot hole theif, with a Glock so creep You might as well be Amish, you ain't got no heat Plus y'all ain't sh**, never was sh**, never will be If you pull out a nine, barretta, milli, you better k** me A canibal, beat my dates, then I beat the case f** the pssy your Honor, I just want to eat the face [Hook, Eon] - 2X You know where to hide at We know where you ride at Smoke too much dro, can't deny that Gotta bounce to the rest to like that Eon and Copywrite b**h You best rewind that [Copywrite] I'll shoot a pop star if you don't gimme everything out the wallet Drop bars like a recovering alcoholic Got cowards b**hin', burried in crack is how I'm sh**tin' Flippin' the clip and spittin' until I'm outta writtens You want some? Son I blaze through mics Y'all don't know my name Your mom's dumb and the b**h ain't raised you right Got flows to make you know what fear God You're tryin' real hard to blow Instead you're blowin' real hard [Eon] You know when I feel odd, and I catch a chill too You really ain't sh** 'til Suge Knight wanna k** you Spit sh** nicer than my enemy's style Go black, still get booed like Destiny's Child At first union, it's the worst human I'm much tuned out to rather be tuned in I just laugh when they throw their heat Cause their sh** sound like an old two-way beat [Hook] - 2X [Eon] Eon been rhymin' since the move Bombin' Cause me and mic booths got too much in common Both transmit amp sh** Even if you put me on the same mic you amped the band with I turn your dome peice to Sausage McMuffin Apply candy yams and a Stove Top Stuffin' Cause E.C. came straight from B. Street I'm high, but I'm risin' much more than three feet [Copywrite] I barely spoke and got 'em open wide So when I make noise, make room All jokes aside Watch your kids, this cat is thirsty I expose you raw seeds like a bag of dirt weed Lord forgive me for what I'm admittin' to In the confession booth, repentin' for sins I didn't do Read the bible drunk with my tongue inside a nun Use my dick for a Rolex, my time has come [Hook] - 2X