RockTha90s (feat. Ouija Gizmo)

I remember coming up I use to listen to Em He was the hardest emcee he was to real with a pen Then I grew up started thinking I can do it making music like hop madness Got me snapping this the monster within Said they want them real hard they wanting me to quit yelling I get to wilding out while in the booth but I ain't Nick Cannon I'm some different take the beat and Ima abuse it and bash it And have yo head bouncin' back 'n fourth like Mr. Fantastic This shit is wild how people really hate me I remember scrapping change just to grab a eight piece Reachin' for the top I see it clear just like it's HD Demons in mind keep on talking but it won't phase me I'm wicked like a sorcerer that Shang Tsung character Scorpion I rip and beat 'em I'm killing challengers Remember back then they would clown and they would laugh at me Then I gained some fans from my music this shits reality (Then I gained some fans from my music this shits reality) No talking Ima smack your bitch up You better keep that clip tucked Cause I don't give a motherfuck I've had everybody shut me up my turn for contentions Yeah you was shitting on my Gram now you DM for a mention Not to mention you call me a Queer I'm ringing in your ear With all my punches catch the right hook then repeat that shit for years Call me Tyson you chickens cocking Glocks and flocks of tears In all the eyes of their mothers but that don't make you much to fear Always dressed for that black tie event In my suit on a stage motherfucker staying fresh Spitting hot shit I already wrote all your top hits I said that shit was fucking weak and moved onto the next topic You motherfuckers gotta pull me out the pocket And make me say I'm gay so Shea can go and drop shit I dropship all my fire bombs onto your doorstep like bags of dog shit My shit is tighter that a corset (One more time) Shea Michael that inspires these pussies to go retire Every person I've been beefing with now looking to get hired Me and Ouija are making every person call their spirits To get back into their studio and write them some lyrics You hear me calling out the game Cause they don't know my name So it's time to show the world that I ain't ever go away I could be out in the Burgh or you see me in LA Riding fast cars while everybody's on cocaine When they got me on the beat Butterfingerz the codename I do this for the music not the fame like I'm Cobain They said I'm rapping and all they heard was fucking crickets Cause I leave fuckers speechless Now who you to be a critic Y'all tripping off their fiction in facades of cacophony Bitch I'm queer to piss you off call that ironic gay sodomy They said they'd fucking cap me I'm still standing and brandishing Both the microphone and pencil know the underground's damaging