Tired

Make you go

Soul for soul over mic control

Kid you can't touch me with a ten foot pole

And I even made the devil sell me his jewels

He was out to cold mock me

And play you for fools

Kid, you know the rules must be smokin' super cools

Try to diss me on the low got to be a psycho

That's aight though

You know you won't see me shakin'

I'm out to blow the spot on who's real and who's fakin'

Who's givin', who's takin', who's livin', who's starvin'

Diss me on the mic it's time for headstone carvin'

And then tap right ya,

I'll strike ya like lightin'

Dissolve ya like powder

So turn it up louder

Go on pump the wattage

Get the cheese by cottage

I like mean streaks

I like Spanish freaks

I like Korean barbecue

I'm like old school beats

But...

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I'm sick of all the shit that's droppin'

And I'm tired of all the lip that's poppin'

And all the wack attitudes people coppin'

I'm only tryin' to get a few heads boppin'

It go bang bang boogie

I'm sick like a loogie

I'm wiser than bud

I'm thicker than blood

I'm older than time

I'm only from divine

How can you be so bold and think that you'll take mine

I'm cash like Johnny it's the highway man

And I'm walkin' this line the best way I can

With my farmer's tan and my bloodshot eyes

I ain't bodied no one

I ain't chopped no bod

With the butter's from the gutters

I'm about to explode

And blow the spot for folk nave up the Gun Hill Road

Like artillery shells

Been from heaven to hell

And I'm a say a little prayer for every rapper that fell

'Cause...

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