THIS WAS A SIMPLE PEACE OF MY UPCOMING CD MY BOY METAPHIVE DIDNT WRITE HIS VERSE YET OR I WOULD PUT IT IN IT'S NOT THE SAME CAT FROM HERE WHEN I TOLF HIM SOMEONE THOUGHT THE NAME HE CHANGED IT TO mike~rah~fone

ARTIST:NONCENTZ
FEATURED:METAPHIVE
TRACK: YOU DON’T WANT IT
ALBUM:THE APOCOLYPSE

I don’t care what the hell comes' out-of rappers mouth-
The hardest thing you ever bust was the product of low sperm count-
You not funky~with~it…. You just stink-
With every verse coming off SOFT you must of used lotion for ink-
Like a freak- with no game everything you speaks- weak-
A clans man is the only thing you get under white sheets-
Say 16 bars with every even line bleeped-
Meaning you get slayed, felayed, and ate ….
the other half no one even knows is on beat-
Nigguz that write on loose leaf-then scream beef-
Till it gets served and turn vegetarian talking you don’t eat- meat-
Well beef is what’s for dinner-I force-feed it on beginners-
Play doctor and rip you mentally through your inert-

Build frustration with concept-
then bruise paper with punchlines an abusive anguish-
If isn’t METAPHIVE and NONCENTZ-
then you aren’t part of the lyrical language-

Have to get a gun license for the shots I’m dis~bersen-
Put 1 name on track so I can diss you in first person-
Save yourself …but you already been popped like an ex virgin-
Get drowned in a flow the bullshit you spit will be the only thing sub~mergen-
So when I’m top of my game rappers get sleign with no hope-
Hand to hand sellen my rhymes im surprised I havn’t been popped for dope-
I’m the illest for a lack of words-but verbs- I got plenty-
Want to get ripped for a dime dial 10-10-220-
Juggle napalm grenades cause there’s a slim chance I wont blow-
when I bust I explode-so don’t bother to wonder-
but the whole- industry wants to fuck with me so I have my own 1-900 number-
to rhyme I have to eat an m.c. a day to satisfy my hunger-
so if you don’t want it then don’t em~bark into a lyrical careers when you couldn’t sell lumber-


HOOK:
YOU ……DON’T…….WANT IT-
YOU JUST FRONTED-
WHO AM I? THE M.C. MADE YOU A CRUEL JOKE AND TAUNTED-
THE GHOSTWRITER THAT KILLED HIMSELF AND LEFT YOUR CAREER HAUNTED-