Fuck I hate fake emcees …..
Why people sayin they freestyle when they got that shit written out on paper,
Do that shit n get caught get evaporated from this game like water vapor,
Getting ghost writers to make yo shit tighter,
With no originality only a gangsta on the track and in yo own mentality,
Money does not equal respect from yo nation,
Fame does not equal lyrical elevation,
1 bar leave yaw so called battling emcees unconscious,
Rappers sellin themselves out to endorsers and sponsors,
Lip-singin at yo own concerts,
So what if yo shit 3 times platinum how the fuck u feel deceiving 3 million people,
Yo shit should just be illegal, who cares how many fools u blasted with yo D eagle,
So what u talk about gats what lyrical message yaw sending,
Yaw just pretending, to care about yo own hood when u selling out n double crossin,
Bossin, yo former homie, now sayin nigga u owe-me,
Fuck the heat don’t bother bringing it along on the microphone,
I aint no psychic but here’s my next prediction,
90% of what yaw emcees spittin is fiction.

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You aint no gangsta no hustla,
U aint no gang-star no rap-star,
U just-a … busta,
Yaw suckaz need ta get yo game right mutha fuckaz.

Most of yaw emcees remind me of that bitch john Howard,
Not livin up to yaw word lyin tryin too hard mutha fuckin cowards,
Eva since I heard dre I been high powered,
Yaw run to remote islands when the beef bout to start,
Yaw begin to depart, and move behind gates change whoop number plates,
And u call yoself brave a hood legend while u mo like a myth,
People heard-a u but they still not sure if u really exist talkin about stayin high all the time when I neva see u spark up a spliff,
U no where near bein faultless and u sayin u perfect,
Sayin u an indestructible machine when u on stage u about to short circuit,
Is it really worth it…. Naw so I aint gunna work-it,
Lyrical beef nun a yaw really start-this kill emcees like I’m heart-less,
End yo career faster then a speeding hollow tip bullet,
If yaw still wanna breath I suggest u go and live this short life to the fullest.

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U sayin u bringin death like the fo horsemen, of-course then, u must be forcing,
People to obey yo commands fuck I don’t even want to understand,
Why yaw even bother fronting, to Hollywood rappers underground artists nothing,
Yaw actin like a brick and we rubble yaw rhyming but don’t want no battling trouble,
Yo words so powerful they take a physical form?
My shit so powerful the pen’s friction get the paper torn,
U one of em rappers who do drive bys and clap crackers,
Fuck that I’m 1 of em rappers who wait to jump u in the drive thru of mackers,
Not afraid to jack jackers,
A threat to yo personal life like online hackers,
Some one need ta remind how hip hop really is to racist ass back packers,
Sayin u run the shit when its mo like u just a chair stacker,
How can u be an emcee and a gangsta its just against all psychical laws,
These lines hittin yaw so hard leave listeners bleedin from they jaws.

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