Renalds Trakims - Semi Automatic lyrics

R.I.E b**h Yah Ima' semi-automatic Yah Cause I spit With no glitch And I hit I don't miss Share a spliff With yo' b**h While she's twisting her hips She don't snitch She don't tip With her lips on my dick She a trip with that sh** Man She's crazy I'm deranged I don't play B Get out my range Uh Cause the way I attack it Semi-automatic I load it and strap it While cutting through traffic I stab it I jab it Kidnap it Don't play with the savage You'll turn into baggage You know I do damage Uh They know me, don't play games R.I.E be my name ahh God, God, God dammit Ima' God, God, God dammit Ima' God, God, God dammit Ima' Ima' Ima' semi-automatic Cause I ratter and tatter Just make yo brain splatter To me it don't matter See I am a rapper And you are a slacker I'm totting the swagger I go up the ladder Just make your dreams shatter Ya'll can't tame me I'm insane, ha Ya'll can't blame me I want that fame, heh Cause I'm back in this hoe And I'm bringing the dope For you there's no hope Put your head in the rope I'm totting the scope I'm done being broke This is no joke You can get smoked Ya'll don't phase me In ain't playing, ha Ya'll can't change me I stay the same, ha God, God, God dammit Ima' God, God, God dammit Ima' God, God, God dammit Ima' Ima' Ima' semi-automatic And you digging the burst But you thinking you cursed Cause the bullets dispersed And you feeling the hurt And your face in the dirt And you need to be nursed Man could it get worse? Well you could get murked Call me the messiah I'm bringing the fire Yeah first they perspire And then they expire And then they retire And if the future is any wiser Then they will aspire to acquire The sk** that I got, but you can't get higher I'm up in the tower of my empire So all you can do is just sit and admire And perhaps be inspired I've been at the bottom The problems - I got em' We got something in common These rappers are nothing They are just fronting I'm Batman in Gotham And they are just Robin So they are forgotten Yeah That's how you motherf**in' k** that sh** man Yeah Yeah Yeah This is an attack But I am holding back To prove I can k** it while cutting you slack You're stuck in my trap You're nothing but snacks Nothing remains but blood and some scraps You got a snapback So you think you can rap My 8th year rapping b**h don't f** with that Nobody can touch me in this place where I'm at Ima' semi-automatic And you're just a gat And I mean what I say And I say what I mean This is a buffet f**in' cuisine Its D.O.A With R.I.E No playin' games No C.O.D I've been on my grind In ain't wasting time Competition is slim And that is sublime Can't you see that the title is mine? I'm not even close to being in my prime God, God, God dammit Ima' God, God, God dammit Ima' God, God, God dammit Ima' Ima' Ima' semi-automatic