Anarchy

Y'all remain in the box while we step out of it The crowd love it, we do too we proud of it We don't half ass nothing we come hard every time Every beat, every song, every bar, every line It's so hard to define, I don't know why y'all try It can't be fathomed by the mind of a small fry But you can take a lesson in that Sit back, shut your trap while professionals rap Ain't nobody spittin' tighter Crowds are gettin' hyper I been rippin' cyphers Since y'all were shittin' diapers You Little Tike bikers with training wheels on them Y'all dogs paddling, we Navy Seals frogmen In aqua fatigues You are not in our league You're a lesser breed Follow the professor's lead Smart people sit intent at their desk But most of y'all dummies are content with F's You little toddlers Sheep flock followers Deep cock swallowers We pop thermometers E drops the anarchy He rocks ominous beat chops The butcher from the methodic meat shop Where you can buy sound by the pound If you're clowning around then sit the fuck down Homeboy, this ain't amateur night So keep your hands off the mic.