Git Gud
MC Zappa
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Now it's time to spew lyrics for a few minutes See what new gimmicks the suckas have got My impression is felt with all the six senses Rhymes are hard enough to shatter brick fences Ya toy MC, claimin' to be a competitor But I'm already seven steps ahead of ya If you want smoke, check the smoke detector F*ck a gas mask, 'cuz that won't protect ya Ya can't make decisions; blind discernment But that's somethin' that I am not concerned wit' Be wary; I'm scary, like the end of October When necessary, I can be ya friend or ya foe, uh Blow up; I'm the fuckin' B-O-M-B You ain't even a spark; they'll never see you wit' me So don't try to compare yourself; I'm beyond comparison My hand is solo, like I'm Ford Harrison The only bars you got are from Nestlé It would be in your best interest not to test me 'Cuz I do this shit wit' a delicate touch But you couldn't any more than a celibate fucks I got the boom bap; got deep percussion It feels so real, just like Patrice Rushen You'll need 52 weeks to process All the many words that I speak, and the context Thoughts and rhymes are ricochetin' like a Koopa Shell Who could tell when I'm 'bout to go off and snap? So many industry clones like Orphan Black I had to diss 'em for the record 'cuz they all was wack Droppin' more science than Neil DeGrasse Any wack MCs will feel the blast Like Diana Ross, I'm causin' shockwaves MCs get turned upside down when I rock breaks, so git gud Get... good! MCs who try to jack get smacked and bushwhacked I got pull, which overpowers the pushback Fresher than Glade, so I never could fade Like Guinness, never finished; every day, records are made Beats iller than a disease or virus Me, myself and I, MCs admire us Desire us; want to flaunt, but they cannot be On the level I am; now that would shock me Some try to bite and be near identical But that won't work 'cuz they fear my lyrical prowess But I ain't even killin' wit' malice Slay any suckas who dare to spit in the palace I knew a couple MCs that had to be eliminated I blasted 'em so hard, they were disintegrated Shoulda known better that I was a go-getter Gettin' down like Freddie Henchi and the Soulsetters Shit was weak and was stale, so I succeeded; he failed He had no vision, so I let him read it in Braille Yo, and he couldn't hang, so I lynched him Told him to sit the f*ck down, and I benched him I got a habit to go off like a hand grenade I'm not an Xbox; I can't be played I carve the message, and set it in stone That I'm a bad mutha, so let it be known I throw the rhyme down like a grenade And hold the stand like the mic is a blade So when the smoke clears and the silence evaporates Any MCs left, I will decapitate So many one-hit kills; Avada Kedavra Huh, 'cuz nobody can stop the Bit-Hopper Fuckin' wit' me? That just wasn't a smart move You shoulda known I was cuttin' up on a sharp groove Get... good! I concentrate like a monk in a cell Consequently, my records are funky as hell Force equals mass times acceleration The knowledge I'm kickin' might lead to levitation Rhymes rawer than shoe leather wit' no spit and polish Hand me a microphone, and I will leave the shit demolished I'm just a master of monstrous rhyme Somethin' I'm practicin' all of the time If you think that you can compete, than you on some other shit Fasten your seatbelt, and watch the brotha spit You wack, so I confiscated the mic Like Bobby Byrd, I'll show you the way to get hype You lost when I seismic tossed like a Heracross Got turned upside down like Diana Ross And fell victim to centrifugal force By the time I was through, you was stiff as a corpse And you changed your tune, like you was bipolar When you were confronted by MC Zappa, the mic holder Sayin' "that's enough" because the tracks are rough And you couldn't handle the wax I cut The crowd of the microphone demands an encore So like Sly Stone, I stand and rock more You tryna muscle in, but you get no props I give you a tampon, and hope the flow stops Like Lipps Inc., you better hit the deck It's a funky town, so wack rappers be gettin' rekt My rhyme scheme is sharper than a porcupine After I'm done, I'll leave ya prayin' to the Lord divine When I shocked like a Pikachu, the speaker blew I think your ears should heal within a week or two I'm beatin' the wack rappers like a rented mule Compared to me, you little fools are minuscule Get... good!
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