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Over the top of [MENTION=66413]Flame Beats[/MENTION] Fuck Em
this one is for the fans
the real hip hop stans who can list all members of the wu-tang clan
who can ride out to a Big L verse
and spit every single line that they didnt rehearse
salute to all the G's and not just the stars
to every white boy cranking Prem in their car
with the windows rolled up so you don't get sparred
with an L rolled up beneath your jeans for the art
Rocking S dots order that shit from afar
You're in South Africar or in the Asian bazaars
thirteens on the car and smoke thick nicki minaj
Who's favourite member was Pras, he had bars!
you rode out with Papoose
Flowed out with Nice and Smooth
Pharcyde aint passin by
Outkast on Idelwild
All the ones you idolise
from EL-P to Mastermind
from Masta Ace to J-Live
Crooked I to the King TI
The slaughterhouse bringing the mortar out
dropping bombs in large amounts
even suits with the Minaj accounts
taking chances on Minaj's pout
we're all devout, we're all disciples
foot soldiers toting finger rifles
blog fiends and twitter trojans
purchase with one eye on mouths open
yet before a word was spoken you honed in
itunes opened and you bought the whole thing
pre-order that classic you gotta have it
just our contribution to the mathematics.
first week numbers mean nothing to the addicts
the first and the fifteenth our crack is
vinyl, it means more to me than Lionel on a sunday
We only know one way
And no I am not speaking about Gunplay
Though Maybachs have only entered vernacular
since Rick Ross switched from CO to spectacular
but fuck the facts i'm not 2pacular
I won't bite the bloods and the Crips can still snack on ya
I'm side tracked and the fact is no amount of black friends could save iggy from the rap fiends
she's a faker
and the true heads knows she's only down cause she's sucks like a laser
get it? I mean nothing will phase her
give her a razor she'd choke on the blades, ha!
give me a chance and I'd Bouillabaisse her
she can stew on just why the real fans hate her
but the truth is she presents more danger than when Mase found his saviour
and disowned us
Oh man where the fuck is this going, fuck
I just zoned out man that's my proneness
And now I'm done, I've lost my boner
call me a rap stoner
cause i blaze with flame beats on the corner
my room is transformed to concrete under soldiers
the carpet stained with sodium carbonate
as i spit and inflict my will on the paved
tongue to the hilt in sputum, extravasate
can't even see my screen it's been caked
cached in the rhymes I've spate disregarding all taste
whether or not you can stomach my mace
is whether or not you can stomach the pace of the way I lace each word with wisdom from the everyday of this race I constantly push my fault brakes to the limit i cannot abate so until your due date keep chowing from my food plate
Yeah the hate
it's hard to overpower it
it's hard not to cower in the flowers when
I see you, spy you, comparing me to your idols
my only rival is my blinkered eyes though
so I'll sidle
along for the ride and live the culture
I'm whiter than Katy Perry I hope that doesnt revolt ya
Ultra magnetic funka ya head up i'll coach ya
Freestyled it. Not off the top of the dome, I wish!
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