歌词
Surprise, motherfucker
I'm the sickest when I rhyme, freestylin' every line
You can't get as high as me, bitch, your eyes ain't red as mine
Yeah, we live in hard times, been confined by the government
But I say fuck the shit, I just smoke until I'm hoverin'
I'm comin' with sick lines and you can't stomach them
I summon up these wicked energies all just to punish 'em
I'm runnin' this, fuck a scrimmage, imma punt this shit
You're rummagin' through your mental luggage
All that rubbish shit, you're bluffing, kid
It's this shit that I forbid
Imma gridlock motherfuckers 'til they cannot move an inch
But I hear a line from you, and I can't help but just cringe
You're the waterboy of hip-hop, ya' ass is on the bench
As I'm clenching to the mic on a faggot killin' binge
That stench is still intense from the bodies that were lynched
I'm sickening when I write but still ill kickin' frees
I'm the definition of what it means to be a real emcee
On sight, lil' ****, you can't see me
Crank up the bass and let me kill this beat
Real emcee, murdering anything that they throw at me
Evergreen rebel, suave bitch that be first to drink
Bad bitch, dark hair, she look like Bobby
I'm noddin' off the lean, she goin' to fuck at Mali
She got my Glock up in her purse, we wildin' at the party
We been thrown out, but, shit, we ain't sorry
Beat a **** down, she asked me if I got it
She still wonder how we gon get rid of the body
I say, "Shit, baby, take me to the white river
Stop on the bridge and imma dump the ****."
He asked me, "What's real?" I said that I'm the vision
Detailed, envisioned, I'm killin' off competition
Real emcee, yo, yes I am on the throne with a steady wing
And Father God, I know I've been sinnin' but decents are forgiven
I'll spit in your face, I give retroactive abortions
If you say hey to me, I ain't reactin' to that horseshit
So cheap, I bet you farm soybeans
'Cause you're weak sauce, bitch, you'll never be my doorman
Even when I'm dormant, I'm floorin' the gas, notorious jabs
I'm engorged with glorious raps, I forward the pad
When people see I'm pourin' the cash, they want me to share
But people see I'm sharp so my point is there
Will never be an us, it's you and me, a real emcee
Will never trust your guts when they're spewing free
I spit flames like Zuko, if we were ever in a duo
You're the parasitic twin that grew from me
I'm Catalonian, have no associates except those copious
Melodious attacks I happen to open with cause you owe me them
After hearing your crap, I'm sad for your homies, man
Just drop the fuckin pad, you have astraphobia
Written by: Nikk Dangerouz, Paul Rafanan
