D.O.R. (Death Of Rap)

[Intro - Lil B]

Fuck the Rap game! It's the death of the rap game

Fuck the world. I'm God. Lil B

[Verse - Lil B]

I'm militant, I'm very Based, I'm very proper

And you don't want a war: you bring your troops

I bring the chopper. Cause you niggas gay

Yeah, you gay. You fuckin faggot

And I'm adverse with 30 rhymes I let them have it

Battlefield with fast cash, you never grab it

I post up with big blunts & Maserati

Rick Ross, The new whip is Big Body

New Boys, you bitch-niggas I been Rocky

Been cocky as y'all as I been active

Ride on us, we lock straps, no riff-raff

Then you hold cars, we hold guns, Dodge Magnum

It's tragic how he left with no comments

Never settle for nigga-rich, I'm gonna rob em

Catch me slippin with tiny pants, you think I'm nerdy?

.45 got nice aim; I throw curvy

My game: I run the court. I'm James Worthy

From the block, I'm from the bricks like New Jersey

I did court, I did jail, you can't hurt me

Waterfront and fam nigga, it's West Berkeley

And they ask where I been? I been rappin

You drive cars? You fuckin fag, I been gassing

In my eyes is blood, sweat and paint, cuz

It's a shame that they don't know my name, Blood

Lil B: I blow trees in all seasons

Think I'm slippin? Find out! For no reason

I met pain, I met God, I met death

They all say that I'm Based God, and that's that

Spit sick, I spit rhymes, I spit facts

I ain't Drake, I ain't come in the game rich

Fuck you if you don't feel my game, bitch

Fuck you if you don't like my name, bitch

BasedGod tell your girl, she could suck on it

Put money on God and I bust on him

Don't hate! I rocked out like Philly rock

Wrists streetlight: a New York City block

Beat your ass like a New York City cop

Flipmode a Rah Digga, a mind-figure

Fuck crackers, fuck hoes & fuck niggas

Fuck her, fuck you & fuck me

Lil B: I'm back bitch, I spit heat

Post up, I sell dimes and fat zips

Got crack: the cats come like catnip

Don't trip: I never fold like napkins

Rude goon: I'm just "Robbin" like Baskins

Anthrax a real boy like Osama

Been played, I been beat, I love drama

X-Man on defense, the street shit

Riding up in deep tints & deep dish

Never thought I'd come hard? I fooled you!

Ben Watson I cursed you, it's Voodoo

Been locked in, Mach-10s and Mac-10s

Leave his head split & no Cochran to back him

What? You niggas wish I'd fall of the Big League?

At my lowest point, sacrifice to make bread

XMR - call your bitch and get head

She don't really like you: possum, she play dead

Riding up top. Real niggas in big box

Say the pack dead? bitch nigga the pack hot

All these new niggas is my sons, the new boys

Fuck you rap niggas: new guns and new toys

Infrared beam make you dream the truth, boy

Semi-auto rounds make you scream like rude boy

Only other thing that I ain't did is die yet

I don't like that mindset, nigga, it's the grind-set

They way you watch this it could be a Timex

You not a threat: my rap flow is bomb threats

Stay in your house: I'm stampeding with death threats

Think you hard: I bust a nut like good sex

Think you real? Obey nigga, a hood vet

Lil B: I'm BasedGod with no stress

Incest: fuck your bride, fuck your bitch

No homo.. fuck your life, I'm getting rich

Mexican: I'm el amigo, I move bricks

No Love for dog hoes like New pits

Doctor! I need help, the game's sick

Lil B give a fuck about the fame, bitch!