(Chorus) Fake emcees, they always act hard But won't walk the streets without their bodyguard I hate fake emcees, they always act hard But won't walk the streets without their bodyguard (Verse 1) Emcees can call it quits, all this is a warnin' A murderous track with flamboyant absorbance Retorting all these so-called artists actin' hard Stomp on a n***a, SMASH, broken gla** shard I can go fast and twist, trash they whole ma** of lyrics I'm past this sh**, call A-F-R-O a masochist Committin' ma** murder with a microphone and instrumentals Hit the mental, fix the intricate plot and mix within zone But, case in point, rappers talk a lot of ish Mind with this, most endin' fearful, talkin' to psychiatrists My damage I've inflicted within the measurement Pleasurin' their women, you talkin' a lot of mess You better get your chest strapped, hollow point, bet that You get axed, and your tracks ain't jack compared to me You were never in life, my rhymes distort ya Sometimes I wish your mom had an abortion! (Chorus) Fake emcees, they always act hard But won't walk the streets without their bodyguard I hate fake emcees, they always act hard But won't walk the streets without their bodyguard Fake emcees, they always act hard But won't walk the streets without their bodyguard I hate fake emcees, they always act hard But won't walk the streets without their bodyguard (Verse 2) I'm vulgar with this, distorted your figure with most lyrics Call me ma**ive Shrek, I'm black ogre up in this b**h Most spitters show inner b**h-ness when I appear And no clearance, they all fear a n***a, go figure I'm known to be a mic ripper, R.I.P. leader Leave ya black and white a**, mixed Zebra-a** in a vat of blood Dismantled them, had to fuss with this man and such Talkin' about, "I'll k** you now," and I said, "That's enough." He say, "Meet me in this alley in about two hours." I laughed it off, sayin', "It's your funeral." I show up, this n***a's no longer actin' hard Turns out this motherf**er done brung his bodyguard (Chorus) Fake emcees, they always act hard But won't walk the streets without their bodyguard I hate fake emcees, they always act hard But won't walk the streets without their bodyguard Fake emcees, they always act hard But won't walk the streets without their bodyguard I hate fake emcees, they always act hard But won't walk the streets without their bodyguard (Verse 3) In conclusion, I've been a nuisance within confusion I've ended feuds with violence and aligned brutal sh** n***as try to say that I be fakin' Jax and playin' around Statin' how I'm never true to my word and I ain't astound I had to remind the n***a that they were bringin' protection You wanna have a fair fight, get f**in' rid of him f** it, if you wanna go violent, then hold a second Let me get my Wesson, buck-knife, and bra** knuckles, testin' me Cut ya a** up, send you to Africa, rename you Ebony You claim that you be a thug or G, n***a, please f**in' with that bodyguard will probably have you in a grave n***a actin' basic, straight replace ya I don't play that sh**, I'm too wise for this sh** I'm too live for this sh**, I'm too hype for this sh** I'm too nice for this sh**, but don't think I won't pop off co*k Glocks, drop you on the pavement, BLAW-KOW! You can test me all you want I'm the mental competitor And always ahead of ya (Chorus) Fake emcees, they always act hard But won't walk the streets without their bodyguard I hate fake emcees, they always act hard But won't walk the streets without their bodyguard Fake emcees, they always act hard But won't walk the streets without their bodyguard I hate fake emcees, they always act hard But won't walk the streets without their bodyguard I hate fake emcees, they always act hard Fake emcees, they always act hard I hate fake emcees, they always act hard Fake emcees, they always act hard (Fade Out)