Copywrite - Nobody lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah, it's us We here... [Scratch/Hook x 2] I spit phrases that'll thrill you, you're nobody You in the wrong league "No advantages" "Tryin' to rip with us" - Casual "No" [Verse One] [Copywrite] The real knows phony Memorize all them lines you want, you still don't know me Try to front, I'll k** y'all slowly Cats want me to spit it with them without givin' up ends Yeah, I'll spit on your record for free, in a literal sense I don't give a...sh**, you like me, you don't You ain't cop this and got this free, it might be you broke But f** how you got it, long as you now own it Whether you went to Record Town stole it, or home to download it Travel like bullets do barrels right from the bullet surprise When I load it, be careful, but right when I pull it, SURPRISE! Bullets through eyes, f** y'all fakes Gotta measure how good I'm doin' by how much y'all hate Till we abolish, all snakes From the tree of knowledge, all praise If my flow was any harder it'd be a solid I'm that vicious, cutting for mad stitches A heavy hitter, like I got a fetish for fat b**hes [Jakki The Motamouth] Don't get it twisted ain't no rookies in the place The only time I s** is when the p**y's in my face I'm doper than motherf**ers So quit tryin' to solicit your boy I'm a man and your n***a's a toy Look at your 'noid, a f*ggot at all I'll flash you with a switch blade, you b**h made Like you was had by a dog My shine mops your flow n***as be listenin' to me screamin' "Sho'Nuff" cause I got The Glow Jakki The Mota, spits sick lines that go for your health The only cat you'll find nicer is Jehovah himself Stop testin' me, stick dick to the best of B's Ya'll n***as pissed, because they b**h givin' 'em STD's So what you got a Glock to my back, take my chain Turn around, pull out a deuce deuce and rob you back Copywrite stay hatin' your clique I'll play like I'm Jehovah, take a rib out of you and make you a b**h [Scratch/Hook x 2] [Verse Two] [Copywrite] Sniff four lines, now I'm wired on tour trifle My hype man will probably get tired before I do While this record is spinnin' I'm peckin' your pigeon By the second chorus She'll have given me brain for seven consecutive innings I'll screw your plans up +No Joke+ Like Rakim at Scott La Rock's funeral doin' stand up "Hands up" shout when I flow Get three more holes in your face to breath through Besides your mouth or your nose Lucky that weak sh** leaked Napster wants your release date pushed back at least six weeks So f** y'all, I'm Scarface with a mountain of snow Before they announcin' the show I'm out with a ho, countin' the doe Injure y'all, f** who your team members are I roll with The Hertz but I ain't talkin' rent a cars Backwards in a Porsche through any stop sign I'm like the back of The Source too many hot lines [Jakki The Motamouth] I'll prove I'm an angry artist, you're my target for hate Crack your head open and paint the bucket wall with your face All of you wait, it's not your imagination Motamouth and Copywrite, equivalent to a God and Satan collaboration Jakki's in the house Yeah, we can battle But how you gonna spit your rebu*tal with a .45 in your mouth? You actin' sick, I'll tell you to quit actin' I'll guest appear on your album, and tell you to quit rappin' Your whole style needs a b**h slappin' So come through sunny child You funny style, like gay kung fu Try to sh** on my city like we ain't rippin' you Come to Columbus, get hit and leave with +A Different View+ You f**in' with hoes, I heard you f**in' with pros Put your dick in the river, you still can't f** with the flow Thanks for your beautiful b**h, I got her with ease All I had to tell her, is that you got a disease f** your steez, I amp the crowd You'll try to do the same but you can't I laid a charlie horse on your tongue And cramped your style These so called underground laws are built to protect you I know the laws, but I don't follow them like bill collectors f** the rap sk**, get your cap peeled I pack steel So if I can't beat you the gat will Tap grills, wanna injure you cats I'm so hot, DJs burn they f**in' palms when they spin my wax [Scratch/Hook x 2]