Da Realist Spitters (feat. L1)
SJ
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Good evening! I'm Ryan Schultz Tonight, we begin with an announcement from Jock City Who claims he's the best in Youngstown Calling out any who oppose Our sources have tried to contact Jock City on his statement But he denied comment Other artists have taken offense to his comment Some even claiming to destroy his career I live raps, spit 'em in the booth Rebuke these rappers who try t' look cute Talkin' 'bout they swag in the trap When they has no respect and they lack the dues J you're too harsh on them, they're trying hard my friend Invite them mane, ignite their flame, we'll give them life again Ay what's that? Shit, oh shit! Oh shit! Oh, Oh he got a machete! Ah! Ahh! Ay dawg, ay dawg what you doin' with the - aye aye! Get out the blades, we slicin' dicin' triflin' rappers t' rollback prices Enlighten ya titans I'm strikin' they ego, I'm solid in icin' tonight I'm flyin' the skies with this rhymin' ya lines are declinin' you're one fry shy Of a happy meal, shit you'd have to be crazy t' clash with me like the swap to a fly Mentally ill when it comes t' this shit Bolt 4G, hope ya ready t' sprint 'Cause I'm gonna lap you again and again til your top begins t' spin, get it? Lap top I'm kinda sick with these twisted gimmicks but that's a given I see that grimace has risen, you look disgusted, pimpin' So get jabbed in ya notepad, punchline, get cracked, Bo Jack, better run boy Just hang ya mic up (but why?) we in different leagues, I'm king, you're fun size Dark Knight, it's the long Halloween, holiday for me t' kill regimes Warnin' t' wack rappers: the rat pack's back to attack and lay you flat We da realist spitters, diligent winners Built by real rhymes straight up menace, heh Bring ya mics out and let the games begin So we can battle for control of the city's grid We da realist spitters, diligent winners Built by real rhymes straight up menace, heh Bring ya mics out and let the games begin So we can battle for control of the city's grid My conglomerate's untouchable like the sun's surface Kept me underground for years, but just wait til son surface Got limitless bars, even write when I'm outta ink My iPod mind is infinite, never outta sync This the revolution, please raise ya hand t' your line The execution of the rappers that have damaged your mind 'Bouta make history, we make plans before time 1093, is prehistoric like the land before time Edgar Allan Poe tip, misunderstood author Go nuts and create anything, George Washington Carver So for rappers that's one dimensional, gun raps and women flow Poppin' pills, liquor, yo, time for y'all t' hit the door And exit the buildin' 'fo' we make a target with you Da realist spitters here enough of that artificial We've been workin' so it's time for the retribution Lyrical 1, 1093, this the revolution We da realist spitters, diligent winners Built by real rhymes straight up menace, heh Bring ya mics out and let the games begin So we can battle for control of the city's grid We da realist spitters, diligent winners Built by real rhymes straight up menace, heh Bring ya mics out and let the games begin So we can battle for control of the city's grid I hear chatter about rappin actors lackin the facts in the caps they stackin' Yappin' 'bout cash, they babes they hit, you're a banger now and you've been to the pen (ooh!) Ya prolly got the nads rammed in the ass from the back by Big Elroy straight off the maxi pad Homie get mad, long as you doin' that, I might have a career in rap (heh) I don't apologies writin' down rhymes bout the guys who tries t' test me on this mic (right?) It's like Brittany Speares callin' me a dummy I ask "Who's Shakespeare?" "It's me, honey" (dumb bitch) You see this country was built by hungry strugglin' hustlers In they twenties, now they making stupid money You's a bummy lackey for tryna talk t' me, yappin' 'bout you want a feature Must be out yo cotton pickin' mind, I'm tryna slave for freedom (Yo name is Toby) "Okay that's cool, you ain't movin' units anyway" Yet I own a company, you have no buzz or mixtape See what y'all kats don't understand is everyone's doin' the same things you do Same game you play's insane, redo, lemme show you how pathetic's your view You live in a hood where you rap, gun clap, get ass, and you beez in the trap (What?) Well, you're wack and you live with your mom (Heh, he got half a bar) We da realist spitters, diligent winners Built by real rhymes straight up menace, heh Bring ya mics out and let the games begin So we can battle for control of the city's grid We da realist spitters, diligent winners Built by real rhymes straight up menace, heh Bring ya mics out and let the games begin So we can battle for control of the city's grid
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Written by: Jamal Fareed, Richard Robbins
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