Termanology - Can't Take It Anymore lyrics

[Intro: DJ Doo Wop] What's poppin', y'all? This the DJ Doo Wop! I'm in the buildin' with 3 hungry emcees that's 'bout to go in! First up reppin' Boston, Ma**, he stay schemin'! Ayo Chilla Jones, set it off playboy, come on! [Verse 1: Chilla Jones] Can't take it anymore, you better recognize These pupils is cornier than ever so I'm wreckin' eyes Pushin' up on the top spot, it's Texas size They flow plain and that's why I won't let it fly Term on tour out in Europe Schoolin' me on the game, like look at the scoreboard, homie you're up You're badder than every batter swingin' out Europe I guess I gotta floss now Every battler get a loss now Got every major city screamin' "Boss Town" Check the news, and respect the views I'm fire, just set the fuse I'm a guillotine, extra sharp Tryna get ahead so you're next to lose You can't overlook me, when leagues overbook me Me afraid? Them cats kiddin', I ain't close to p**y Never showin' fear, so quote it clear Call me Chipper, cause Jones been brave his whole career I can't take it [Interlude: DJ Doo Wop] Damn! I told you I'm in the house with 3 monsters! Straight up! DJ Doo Wop! That's how we do this right here! Next up, reppin' that Murder Ave Gang! Yeah! Straight out of Brooklyn, New York, we top tier battlin' right here, baby! Ayo Cortez, you ready to catch a body, my dude? Brooklyn what up! [Verse 2: Cortez] Let me talk my sh** though! Rims crackin' through the potholes Raised with them [?] Triple beam scale, saran wrap, blindfold Re-up, guapo, this cheese, not yours Inspired by the game, I'm yellin', "Free El Chapo!" I'm street smart, nah I don't know what your mans think Idiot, should diary: Anne Frank Respect is much more than just a handshake I'm starin' still [?] 'til I can't break Boss B, off of my hand, but never force me I'm no angel, handin' out wings if n***as cross me I'm grindin' on the wake-up, let it sit by the coffee Revenge bittersweet, that's why these n***as be salty I'm smokin', gettin' high, started thinkin' dollars And I moved up, 3 O's and started thinkin' commas Yeah I'm from the zoo, n***a's packed with them llamas Gotta keep it a buck, I wouldn't change for Obama Can't take it [Interlude: DJ Doo Wop] Wow, say it though - Cortez goes in, baby! Up next though, [?] brother, reppin' that Lawrence, Ma**! Reppin' that ST Squad, what up! Reppin' Show Off and all that! He calls himself the Super MC! Termanology! You ready, playboy!? Bounce on the twin, just bounce on the twin! [Verse 3: Termanology] I'm the greatest, got two lasers like Darth Vader's 45 with an F-beam that's calibrated Give it a little kick, it'll open your soul And let the vultures pluck the eyeballs out of your skull f** a collab, I could get you snuffed on the ave Bucked and then stabbed, pistol whipped and stuck in a cab You a small guy, spreadin' all them immature lies Make me wanna pull a Joker, stab this pen in your eyes I hate you like I hate cops, chase you down for 8 blocks Hit you in the stomach and have you burnin' like stray shots Make me wanna spray shots, snatch a Rollie, take clocks It's gettin' out of hand, it's time, you know, take it off Front it, the last one you would think could done it Cause you changed over them dollars, couldn't keep it a hunnit Give me patience, 'fore I pistol whip his f**in' face in And use the blood for my lil' daughter's face paintings [Outro: DJ Doo Wop] Damn, slow down Term! The mic is officially dead, rest in peace to the microphone! Tonight I told y'all I was in here with straight monsters! Real emcees, baby, Boston, Ma**! Brooklyn, New York! Lawrence, Ma**! Y'all was representin' so beautifully tonight! DJ Doo Wop, I'm signin' off right now - I can't even say nothin' else, man. This is crazy, this the new hip hop!