A Whole Lot

Hundred lightbulbs in here it's lit One two lyricist I spit Hundred lightbulbs Hundred Hundred lightbulbs in here it's lit One two lyricist I spit Shit sick Now let it just sit Who really want it with this Ya'll talk guns Guns that don't bust Ya'll talk cash Cash ya don't got Ya'll talk a whole lot A whole lot of what not Ya'll ain't Hip-Hop Ya'll pop Drop Every rap has it's Hatchets and gadgets I use in wrecking havoc You know the adage As I savage I ravage I manage to damage More than the beat though ya' ego Gone need a bandage I promise And no I'm not a Nostradamus Word to the mother fucking clench that I got On the mother fucking microphone that I rock The way I bend a syllable is mind boggling Always got myself in a tight spot In between the mic and the soundproof Looking like one big galoot Six two hands hanging down to my knees Similar to what my dick do Who the fucks this Mick dude Here on a mission Delivering quick In and Out like old saint Nick Take no shit leave no shit I just like fucking up yo shit No I don't know shit No I don't gain weight When I eat up all yo chocolate chips Names on my hit-list don't exist Came in the game with a novice skill-set Now me I just can't resist Rubbing it in like massages Long road ahead still I persist Going against all my common sense Wondering how I'm gonna pay my rent When the rest of my bills are on the fence Plus my investment in this Assessing my thoughts Never my finances never my thought No one to blame if I fall it's my fault How many ways have I told you lets try this one Like Michael Angelo bitch how I major in art Once I get a handle on beat You can't hold a candle to me It's my favorite part I am so cold Heart is so cold I warm it up every time I record I walk around like the walking dead I'm Patient I grind Taking my time as I wait on my time Stuck on rock bottom still making a name Walk in the booth one take it And walk out of it feeling alive Never forsaken the name Hundred lightbulbs in here it's lit One two lyricist I spit Shit sick Now let it just sit Who really want it with this Ya'll talk guns Guns that don't bust Ya'll talk cash Cash ya don't got Ya'll talk a whole lot A whole lot of what not Ya'll ain't Hip-Hop Ya'll pop Drop Every rap is coated in gasoline know this notice My spit flick like a bic so you know Mick is about to blow this I'm dynamite if I don't find a mic I might implode it's Crucial to my health and atrocious for my opponent's Low and behold my Explosive flows fly High in the sky It's lit I'm going off like The fourth of July Tell em' it's permanent tournament time I'll burn em' in an inferno of rhymes See I heat up like a furnace at times I get keyed up my thermometer climbs Got you feeling a way when I murder a rhyme I get away like O.J from the crime On another thought I thought of a better line Thought of it never occurred in my mind I get away like O.J in his prime Never settled I'm a mental case Pedal to metal I set the pace Hit the snare and I run the base And you'll overdose off a little taste Comic-con to yo common place The autobahn to yo interstate Motormouth I gotta calibrate I never have the time to celebrate My Goals I've achieved Focused on those I still haven't reached Flow never cease You say a beat I say bon appetite Bonafide renegade I'm on a streak Eating pussy what kind of man am I Only time I ever fell to a knee Son of a bitch I'm a different guy No fucking with it no don't even try Instead of sending yourself to ya' grave Fuck it why not center yourself And if it helps Say it with me Ahh woo-sah Mamma say mamma sah Mamma ma cu-sah Hundred lightbulbs in here it's lit One two lyricist I spit Shit sick Now let it just sit Who really want it with this Ya'll talk guns Guns that don't bust Ya'll talk cash Cash ya don't got Ya'll talk a whole lot A whole lot of what not Ya'll ain't Hip-Hop Ya'll pop Drop I been doing this a whole lot of Repetition I'm a robot Expedition in a new world Look at the top of the totem My ambitions as a hot-shot Flow what I got in an onslaught And by the time that I get through with it Spewing it at two in the morning true with it You gonna roll over on the other shoulder And wonder if time stopped Now you can say what you say from a pine box Now to thread another pot-shot You are not a threat You're a cock-block with a Front door that does not lock get a Rottweiler or a red nose pit a Doberman that'll bite down to the Right down to the bone go and get her Don't leave yo home without a sitter There'll be no time for this pitter Patter back and forth this jibber Jabber stabbing this fork in him and I'm force Feeding him dinner Consider it as an advancement An E.P not even a fragment The bigger picture in a fraction A building brick needed for balance I been teeter-tottering talents Fucking hands all callus Fearless never careless If I dare list this With awareness of the spareness I prepared this disc With a nutritionist twist Half of the L.P's I see ain't even half as efficient as this What kind of competition is this I'm putting your position at risk Can't even spit it on spot Can you bitch Got a hundred lights on and they all Flicker in the hall Issues that I left unresolved Tissues for your problems and all Miscues that I might've let evolve Into I don't even know what to call it This is where I'm falling off it Yes that's why I'm a rap-a-holic Hundred lightbulbs in here it's lit One two lyricist I spit Shit sick Now let it just sit Who really want it with this Ya'll talk guns Guns that don't bust Ya'll talk cash Cash ya don't got Ya'll talk a whole lot A whole lot of what not Ya'll ain't Hip-Hop Ya'll pop Drop