I hail from years before christ, my lyrics are barbaric
Observe as my bullets infultrate the mind of the hard headed
Your lyrics are garbage, no need for talkin, just start steppin
I remember when niggas used to bump your shit and talk about how you drop clever and sick shit
Talk about how ill you are, Wait NO I DON’T, that time never existed!
Believe me! known for the action, I get clappin
Precise wit the heat, you can call me Greg ‘Matics
Suffer another L, simply cause you wanna battle
Yet your fuckin wordplay’s like a game of fuckin scrabble
Couple shots in the arm, I’ll force a tatoo.
Stand up for your rights Spadez, either way , I’ma barry(bury) yo ass
I’ll be the war vet, walkin through ‘Nom wavin the American Flag
Sorry kid, talent is somethin that you can’t buy
With your mother observin me, I’ll surgically remove this man’s pride
then smoke your click, when all they did is innocently stand by
You’re whack we all know it, your done kid, you can’t hide.
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