L.S. On The Track - Basic lyrics

Sike! [Verse 1] Veteran in the game with no motherf**ing rewind? Cause I don't write sub-par sh** on my free time Hole in one'd the game like Tiger Woods on his tee time Ain't from A, but I got tips for you like T.I-P n***a, R I P to to the realest I guess I'm only one left of me and my n***as Because I'm R E A L, attention to detail I won't settle for less, no retention for retail [Hook] God damn, Sam can f**in' k** it Fake motherf**ers get nail-gunned like acrylic And a nice big cup of "Shut The f** Up" to the racists Ahhhhh... you n***as are so basic... [Verse 2] Ra-ta-tatamatic Integrate bullets to conventional-ism in hip-hop/rap like it's automatic They never listened to my channel like it's all static Filter lipid n***as to this liquid flow like it's gall bladder Yes, n***as, y'all vile! My job in this industry is to break you down like bile Logical processes that k** you, dead n***as could spill you And even sad to say to say, but deaf n***as hearing wouldn't feel you f** you, your money, and your worldly possesions My profession in this game is to f** discretion Provide quality expression in this hip hop regression And make other rappers remember 30 to 2 compressions Cause I attack these hearts And I'm the Ace, top of the stack of these cards And these rappers s** dick, so I get offers from D&Rs Huh, Just please f**ing stop dawg [Bridge 2] And I ain't even a Top Dawg, but I'm ready for these n***as to Turn Me Up some Some with the ancient flow like a King Tut Song Climbing to the top, n***as want me to jump off [Hook] [Verse 3] I spit a cla**ic like Nas's illmatic All these n***as start asking why my sh**'s fantastic I don't know, rhymes so ma**ive, f** your belt size, you need elastic n***as so pa**ive, I'm aggressive, affirmative to take action Spraying gunpowder, oxidation-reduction reaction BLAW! put that n***a right in his casket Damn is that you rappin? Nah this sh** is practice Music is my hobby, My career is with the plastics Exactly how do you mean motherf**er? I'm The Graduate! Computer Science and Hip Hop is my motherf**ing pa**ion! That's why I'm making songs, but sometimes I get distracted Uploading source code in the club, yeah I'm mackin' Damn, n***a's income is f**ing tax-less I deal dope, Just not d** if you were asking Damn, how this n***a get that talent? My n***a Jason knew a Kidd, so that motherf**er pa**ed it Sam Katana, b**h