May I suggest... y'all just listen and shut the FUCK! up.....

This type-a track, phat lyrics expoisn my bulk weight raps.//
leave ya frozen in tha door-way type wax.//
this tha type-a track belongin' on center stage.//
superior in every way, tha shit got you hooked like a Q/b -a yay.//

err-um *clear throat
excuse me, move please, step outta my way.//
these lyrics so live they steppin' outta this page.//
got a mind-a they own, writin' themselves.//
tha pen just the ink conveyin' this 'word-a-mouf'.//
'ludacris' thoughts, un-heard-a like BLuNT loosin'-his-witt.//
I ain't choosin' ta spit, I just did, they loved it.//
I dub'd it on a 4-4 tempo, let-go an' stunned-em.//
this my calling like ATT, I'm right in the center.//
smitin' contenders, dis-regard my record.//
that was in the past, all who beat me now defenders.//
I'm elevated beyond they level, they peons in dis-vendetta.//
like chickens with no feathers, bearing shame on every page.//
try'n-escape fake, y'all like 8 mile robots, generic style un-packed from tha same crate.//
just waste space on record store shelves, wait..//
nah-I'm mistaken, you all too wack ta get there, I was thinkin' of someone else.//
someone with talent, take me for example, lyrics ain't a challenge.//
every rhyme like a culligan bottle, holdin' fuckin' gallons.//
that's why I'm chosen, a "hoser" with a colder shoulder than jack frost.//
why you even playin' that weak track dawg?//

HOOK

I stack units in a room full to the top, open up shop.//
got tha whole block lookin'-ta cop a copy from BLuNT.//
they like the way I'm talkin' sloppy, somebody STOP ME.//
this like high-way robbery, takin' all ya dollas on tha road to success.//
pot-holes left behind like I'm over the broken sets.//
shit's spun an' done a 360, now there's a BLuNT smokin' vets.//
tha runt's dun grow'n an' explodin' show'n all who tha best.//
I'm bigger an' better than any emcee, y'all like last years model in tha show-room next to me.//
I shine, y'all dull like tarnished sterling ya need to be re-furbished.//
this track murda's wax on purpose, it ain't rap-slaughter this vocals in the 3rd degree.//
BLUNT-MC... now y'all heard-a me..

HOOK

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