I hear you talkin' shit, bro you think you're the heat Please bow down to defeat you're barely mince meat Stop with the street talk, and start to do the street, walk Lock yourself in and tell me this, prepare to be thrown in the ocean In the middle with jaws Or prefer to be served and severed with claws, knock on the doors Of absolute death you may But please be ready for the automatic failures you may make So take this and wait for another dismembering, remembering The tethering of your dream and how it was minced to pieces Believe in yourself please, to save you now you'll be needing Help from Jesus, You think I'm copy, pasting please, tell me how you're acting up, yeah man talk the hood talk better go back and walk the hood walk you ain't had the taste of a real G, Get back down to your level and prepare to be beat Writing on your sheet, like you're deep please you're weak You ain't on my level or a level at all, take a vacation Up the damn wall and fall Humpty Dumpty, I must be rusty but you better knock the shit Down if you going against me I'm hard to beat, you're hardly cheese compared to these beats And this emcee, You ready, alright, so come on down, I bet you to do it, Let's see if you got the balls or if you're just truant To me, yeah let's keep an eye, on you as the heat intensifies,Talk to me in a smart tone, prepare to meet your demise, Throw you, a hundred million miles is what i'm gonna do, Call me Dj Rap I already told you, what I'm gonna do, gonna plow through Yeah man try to tackle a topic more intense than mine, I always rap from the heart, make the fake rappers sigh, But I really really don't give at all a flying fuck My chance of making this shit is the same as seeing a flying truck Or it could all depend on some serious luck, Maybe I'll release a track that is heard my millions Make it big and to the top and make billions, But that's a dream for another day, I'm here to take you down, Don't care what you say Freestylin' this rap shit to the grave, Please, all of you fake rappers are plain Make like a plane and take the next trip away, Far away, from here I don't need to hear your shit anymore, I'm tired of it now, next place to be, will be a fuckin' coffin But let me just let you all know this, I'm sick of it, all of it So listen next time I write another track, Listen to the facts I spit, and find it through my old wack rap stuff, But just look at my own and, your own life, But this time, through my eyes But I'll reside, got more and more, don't get me wrong Now get the fuck out of my face SHARE THE LYRICS   COMMENTS