Luck (feat. Marty & Berlin...!)
Second Womb
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Shinobi to a samurai jack Penalize a wack artist who lack A simple fact on the track Homie got in the booth And didn't know how to act He only know how to rap He ain't down with the hip He don't know how to hop He ain't teaching you game Only boasting a lot About the clothes that he rock And all the models he pop That bring him bottles for shots He ain't down with the hip He ain't learn how to hop Don't touch that mic your rhymes not hot You don't live that life Them lines played out That hip don't rock That hop won't bounce Don't cross that line I'll rhyme you out Void your whole flow Them rhymes don't count You lack all hip Ya hop don't bounce You spit like shit fool close your mouth You rely on the bucks You rely on the fame You ain’t giving out game It’s a god damn shame You ain’t even living up to your name Man you just living out your name Playing mother fucking games You don’t care about the culture vulture Who are you without the bitches And the bucks You ain’t nothing but another name Living off of luck Talking all them guns in your raps Clowns couldn’t blow heat through a torch Round of applause watch the homie react Once he noticed I’m strapped BBBRRRRAATTT TAT TATTTT He don’t want me to snap Know my hip on lax Throw the hop on wax Nerds get nerfed Super soaker spitta Serve dessert No artificial reminisce Or imitation penmanship Trade the sentimental View the censorless Catch it in ya inner net Caught up with that weapon X Protect your neck Weave a web see a dead one resurrect Live forever through the sonic measurement The Womb be the residence Resonating excellence We hip hopping They kids bopping often Represent Represent Proper Portions Bombing a fraud rapper corrupting culture You rely on the bucks You rely on the fame You ain’t giving out game It’s a god damn shame You ain’t even living up to your name Man you just living out your name Playing mother fucking games You don’t care about the culture vulture Who are you without the bitches And the bucks You ain’t nothing but another name Living off of luck All the fortune and the fame In the world wouldn't coat this Audio dope Fluent flow Roll up Bump this Lurking underground Nigga flow and earth Tame ya hoe bro She a flirt once she notice how I work this Boy you a rapper Nigga Imma spitta Hear the difference in my whole shit Doo Doo Brown fool my crew 2 live Fraud rapper speaking lies every other line Voodoo rhymes Constant nonsense Violence ain't the answer Toxic vomit Lead a young'n to a whole lotta synthetics All because his role model embedded In they brain Someone let me know what happened to the game Muh fuccas started playing just to get a name Out with innovation in with imitation No limit on a clone or it's play on a single station Naaaa nigga that's that radiation that's that radiation I never believed in luck before But how the f*ck these labels gonna go and sign you boy I never believed in luck before Only in hell would a label wanna sign you boy
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