go tell em that,

hey this is straightup coming from me too you,you can straightup go tell them,tell em, what "boy",that this just the straightup begin of whats straightup coming for them up in this here rap,rap,game,im only gaining force too straightup add too my momentum,just like a fucking train,none of you fucking haters and BIGOPS,can't straightup derail me,up off my straightup path,coming down these fucking tracks,up in the hip-hop game, so you can straightup go tell em,that for me,that i can't be "stop", im getting wade,wade,too"Hot", too hold or touch up in this here muthfucking rap,rap, game,cause it always been me against you,haters who straightup thought that i would lose all my faith in myself,just fucking lay it down,just like a funky pair of gym shoes,found at the lost and found thift store, but im not fucking grimmey like that,im the funk that is straiggtup put into place,right after ever single bar has been fulley set in its place,right after the tracks are reborn up on this here microphone,so you can go tell em that,just like a straightup rising tide of wave,you straightup see the angel of death stand right before your face,as all your haters and BIGOPS,listen the the last tide of wave death song,chicago's six, i dont know how you keep coming up with all these rap,songs,all these muthfucking rap,rap,songs,