NO MORE FASTFOOD RAP
Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 8:17 am
Recognize ya nemisis, I'll leave ya defenseless, I'm the Genesis; up in ur grill more than ya dentist//
names not Dennis but don't take it dat i'm not a menace, leave ya mind runnin back n' fourth like a game of tennis//
It's SHO TIME, but don't take this for sum cable TV, enabling me, to stay afloat like a table lost out at sea//
above the surface it's all like a fable to thee, ur stable can see, my minds trapped on destruction like it's craddling me//
I'm the king of kings, a mold of just whats to come, you niggaz dumb, keep 'em lying at my feet, searching for a crumb//
till their knees numb. I'm not a man, not a boss; know the place..I'ma God's son//
Dumm dee dee dumm...
I was like Jesus since fetus, worshipped by sum wise men, The Troy Smith of rap bitch, give me the heisman//
dont wonder where the guys been, cuz if the nine (9mil) doesn't speak loud enough...ya know he tries ten//
Kurse is sick of all the crap rap, he's bringin rap back, even if he has to do it wit a nap-sack//
any way that he can black...he's gonna stack dat, and put it in the streetz like the shitz crack//
they puttin out soft rap like cookies from home economics, thats demonic, i gotta fix this and get right up on it//
i put out tracks faster than a comet, then get the mixtape in the peoples hands like Tiger electronics//
...to be continued...
names not Dennis but don't take it dat i'm not a menace, leave ya mind runnin back n' fourth like a game of tennis//
It's SHO TIME, but don't take this for sum cable TV, enabling me, to stay afloat like a table lost out at sea//
above the surface it's all like a fable to thee, ur stable can see, my minds trapped on destruction like it's craddling me//
I'm the king of kings, a mold of just whats to come, you niggaz dumb, keep 'em lying at my feet, searching for a crumb//
till their knees numb. I'm not a man, not a boss; know the place..I'ma God's son//
Dumm dee dee dumm...
I was like Jesus since fetus, worshipped by sum wise men, The Troy Smith of rap bitch, give me the heisman//
dont wonder where the guys been, cuz if the nine (9mil) doesn't speak loud enough...ya know he tries ten//
Kurse is sick of all the crap rap, he's bringin rap back, even if he has to do it wit a nap-sack//
any way that he can black...he's gonna stack dat, and put it in the streetz like the shitz crack//
they puttin out soft rap like cookies from home economics, thats demonic, i gotta fix this and get right up on it//
i put out tracks faster than a comet, then get the mixtape in the peoples hands like Tiger electronics//
...to be continued...