Tom Jeefs - Semantic Attack lyrics

[Verse] There is no one above me, no one behind me Nobody around here that could outmatch or -rhyme me I'm still grimy, the rhymes still fiery I'm on my grind this environment is mine g The antibiotic flow, dry, ironical The Chronicle, gon´ beat you with the conical What did you say? It's comical You evaporate to fume ´cuz my sh** is hot – lava flow What's your problem my man I just came back You adlibbing try to spit the same track…ASAP Not with this sh** here this is the payback DJs say it's too hard but have to play that Not whack like you with all your gay acts No airplay still present with no pay checks Hot rhymes that make you step your game back Take a pen try'na write hot sh** while I'm laid back A role model for writing is what you see in me No big deal for me, that's why I rhyme easily, I just don't understand where f*ggots are coming from Ma**-mirror the website my lyrics are published on So we could finally see who got the better rhymes I could go for hours and nobody would have recognized You better hide, ´cause it's preferable to homicide Mothers cried, ´cause their kids tried to f** with mines Unqualified…f**s…get back Let me step to the mic…and catch wreck At best, you catch that, but no respect And f*gs who got cash coming out there a** crack Get mad wet, when I roll up on the set In a Twin turbo Vette with the twin turbo Tec The metal body-builder, they call it the Ferrari k**er Bigger intercooler in case the AC doesn't chill us And I roll with better b**hes They don't get into ridiculous looking Cadillac's on 26's Back on topic, nobody could have stopped it I fly to the sky like a 3 stage rocket I breathe life into zeros and ones In form of a wav file using all zeros at once All you talk about is more money and bigger cars You're the next one that I challenge to write 50 bars And the other half that always talks about rapping, And Hip-Hop's return and that they gon make it happen Guess what…I wanna see a hundred bars by you Cause if you as tight as you say it shouldn't be hard for you You wanna see what I got, you're getting it I'm spittin it automatic like cybots You're in your room with pen and paper on the table Microphone speakers and a USB Cable Everything tied up and you think that you able To write tight sh** and then send it to the labels b**h please let me tell you…call me the teacher In the Biz Tom Jeefs is a fable creature They want features, shout outs and reach out Ok, don't worry, I'ma stop to preach now… The last thing I wanna say is that it's a made biz Never go against Tom Jeefs ‘cause then you're safe, kid.