DJ Hoppa - Paradox lyrics

Sixteen years old, seventeen ago. The greatest rapper alive pa**ed on his throne. His vision hasn't dies as his soul move on, I'm bringing it back Makaveli reborn Bio-hazard guns, they go ra-ka-ka-ka man, ra-ka-ka-ka Bio-hazard guns, they go ra-ka-ka-ka man, ra-ka-ka-ka Rap is chemistry, I'm a scientist cookin this. Loving every moment, on my path to getting rich Decapitate a rapper, then I throw him in a ditch. Take a selfie next to him. Then ejaculate his b**h I'ma mop the floors with you co*ky who*es, take advantage of the light before they close the door Bringing knowledge to the mic, unlike ever before. Hopping on the bandwagon, you know what's in store? We in the fight for our rights b**h, this is war. If you don't understand then don't pull that card Study the game first, it ain't that hard. Then tell me that you wanna be a big rap star This a joke, When people spit and don't know what they're saying. Makes it harder for the ma** to reach the rappers with a brain The key is in the lyrics, and your taking that away, every time you don't listen when a record is on play These sh**ty f**in' rappers only here because they lame, I'll ignite his hair, and then hang Riff Raff by his chain The sh** that you call music, sound like Michael bay produced it. A bunch of gay effects on top of of sh**ty lyrics poopin' Kids look up rap and see Wayne and Drake boomin'. Download their f**in' sh** and call themselves hip hop students But know not the message raps has to send. These sh**ty rappers are distractions, they pretend They hone knowledge and wisdom, but in the end. They just puppets on a string making amends, for the things that were said by those who are dead. Name your favorite artist, they got him, not like he didn't know what he got in. But I digress, heroes die young again Their soul moves on to another man. To continue what the first human had planned (Twisted Swing) You rappers weak, your rhymes Make me cringe. My lines like Charlie Sheen on a c**aine binge. k**ing every other rapper like a coke game snitch Don't you ring the feder-allies, your a broke bank b**h Time consumes everything wreaking havoc You rhyme that old sh**, I mean Jura**ic. got dolla bills, and even plastic. it don't mean dick, when you're in a casket Blast it, then I'm off to space, only 16, the world is not my place. Opened my eyes to this evil, then got a taste Stolen my pride an my ego, but it's f**in' fake. Who will take the cake? Out of all these silly rappers Go and break a leg. You got the game a** backwards. Speakin' bout Illuminati, like that's a f**in factor, of you winning this thing? Nah. But who caused cancer?