Dead Rappers

Hey , yo

Guess who's bizack still hit a crack him off loads

Cocaine spit throat be the stove

Stay running on these tracks and the mic be the soles

Be cautious real spitters so you might get exposed

Copycats spitting all these facts

Without your life attached not understanding where your life is at

You got your boy confused though I'm not convinced

Would tell you washed up, but your flow is drenched

Let me clear my throat let me spit these quotes

And tell you Q, Jay Rock, Dot, we run the coast

I'm so addicted, and so is Lifted

So restricted, now your flow evicted

Fake niggas see through you like eyelashes

Eyeglasses like Kobe nigga, no passes

My breed, knowing that you can't make 'em

You can't break 'em, so peace As-salamu alaykum

Goodbye, I know the rapper dead

I'm on my murder job again in the morning

This 187 on the line I know the rapper dead

That means another record label is mourning

So you can run but you cannot hide

Cause when I see 'em I'mma kill 'em

When I see 'em I'mma kill 'em

Mortician got a feeling with embalming fluid

Cause when I see 'em I'mma kill 'em

When I see 'em I'mma kill 'em

Lyrical homicide best believe I do

Yo Q, these niggas think they cute

Talking louder than the trumpet, when I see 'em where the fluke?

Your opinion something moving like pew

pass by 'em, hog tie 'em For the revenue

bullets peer through the bulletproof

Look what the iron do scope now I'm eyeing you

Silencer, now my iron grew I en route

Learn, of the flow first to realize these rap guys

Shit on 'em then throw them to the flies bombs like Al-Ca-ter

Ride on my enemies, homicide

Text like a referee, give you free shot for any penalty

Drop metaphors, nouns and verbs plenty similes

Serve like a waitress and you don't want seconds courtesy

Off K Dot, the son of 2Pac

Biggies nephew Big L said I was special,

Now let's do, lunch over these beats

Even Punch said I was sweet

Punchlines and kick hot rhymes 'till I'm burning my feet

Ouch

Wait I got it uh known for spitting knowledge uh

Homages like tuition, they pay it like it's college uh

Wait professor uh, well how I spit it this semester

Look I'm sending MC's on a stretcher

These bitches uh, all because my lyrical conversation

Got these bitches begging for penetration

Humiliation, Rappers they will know I demolish ya

Spit you to a coma Dot finish 'em

Uh, wait, Diminish ya preach like a minister

Competition naw they pussy get the [?]

Get in the ass like animals imitators get plenty of

Propane, hotter when winter come, some insane

Dope mane, bee's the studio, You ain't lived here

Ever since I done came, record me yoooo

Your own momma wouldn't do that

She rather throw herself in the dumpster than listen to trash