Sovereign Beats - Hide My Tears lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: Yellowjacket] Drop the guillotine, these rappers met their match Off to the lab again to load to the blasting caps Boom, like that your get torched in the rap Apparel won't make you cool so f** the Famous Stars And Straps Show me where the artists at, I'll show them why they aren't phat Sabotage the map, 'til I hear the garbage splat In their gaudy raps, I hear a lot of talking smack Now here comes the Yellowjack', Godzilla's back I know your fam' heard of me, rocking the rap industry Got your folks asking how I spit so officially Here's a message to those who diss abilities You can get the f** out my area like Aborigines You trapped in false dignity, hoping for publicity Your game made artificially with rhyme scheme deficiency We top royalty, smash every last affinity Eradicated instantly, from Sovereign Beats infantry [Verse 2: Ant Ace "The Young Wiz"] And I do it like the best, walk around God flow Cause I got prays on my chest, but money on my mind Not worried about my shine, my paper equals time So f** yours I'm getting mine, always on the clock But unlimited time, unlimited rhymes, and unlimited shine But one of your limits is the top, cause it's mine Your girl is three cents, my chick is a dime Getting money, steady driving in the fast lane Finger out the window, as theses haters watch me pa** man I'm the best around hands down like 6:30 But my fans keep it up cause I'm fly like a birdy Don't play no football, but when G get my first car Bright yellow paint, all suicide doors When we get out they tell me its good Real ghetto sh**, but I'm not from the hood! [Verse 3: Juggernaut] Samuel L. Jackson; I'm going off on every track And my soul is not fiction. And as a matter of fact I'm sick of hearing every rapper chatter about they f**ing swagger It's easy when you got the money; can them cats get any fatter Sovereign Beats blast the heat Sweating to the oldies, and there ain't no AC Always go hard in the game; Paul Konerko March of the f**ing bulls; Derrick Rose Oh no, the sh** I do offend you? Run up on your spot and leave you and your whole crew Black and blue. Open the door ‘cause we breaking through Talent tried and true. You'd quit tripping if you'd just tie your f**ing shoes If you hate me, then you probably gay You need some medication; Preparation H It's the J-U-G-G-E-R-N-A-U-T Full suit of armor, always stay elite Wanna get a hold me so you can spit some hate It's 3-8-2-5-9-6-8 Hard to get a hold of; presidential head of state Leave a message after the tone “Hey man, I heard your songs; damn that sh**'s whack That's f**in' ridiculous, a bunch of white kids tryin' to rap?!” Racism is schism on a serious tip So shut the f** up, and don't be so damn ignorant I got more talent than all of Audioslave I'll wipe you off the face of the Earth; apocalyptic razor shave Give me a guitar; I'll play it better than Lil' Wayne My sk** might just resurrect Stevie Ray I'm like Midas, everything I touch turn to gold And after this mixtape drops, swagger twofold Might just cure the common cold Add it to the list of goals to achieve before I get old b**h!