Spit til you slobber

I'm channeling my inner drake for a headline You won't see me But you'll hear me coming Like a motor without headlights Time to revive MY DAMN SIGHT NO FRIENDS LEFT NO FRIENDS RIGHT YO FANS LEFT CUZ I REVIVED THE MIC YO FANS WAS RIGHT. I GOT TIME FOR THE HYPE I JUST DON'T BELIEVE IT THE PUBLIC'S YO ENEMY They Rip you off the vine When the limes just ripe Hop on the bandwagon Ride the wave But wouldn't hang with you if you had to hitchhike Y'all making a nigga need a moment Gimme a moment Sit tight Had to go through paper after paper Been writing like I'm trying to earn my bio stripes Been thinking how to raise hell Sensing to wake up Jam master J Get it smoking like tailpipes Can't figure none of these rappers out So I'm observing they genotype I swear they blow If they wanna do music Form a band called bagpipes Its a group full of bad guys The population award and applaud But they not so precise Maybe they blndined by the ice I'm on a hip hop heist No sneak disses But these niggas hip hop mice I don't do no camera phones Or type away I know not having it Is like Chinese's who don't eat rice And a faded nigga who don't eat more than thrice They recording in studios I have more shit that slaps on my cellular device Sooth myself out Light up To lyfe Jennings it must be nice Sometimes I gotta take it back Because this new shit Is like irritation of lice Its irritating my life Aye somebody hit up MC lyte Tell her to call JD And let him know the rap game Turned back on its side Its gone be alright I'm bringing in the new year With an atomic spice Eyes closed Ears open Mellow out Mouths open Assholes shut No exit out Barrel burning Legs churning Then they chellow out