Do You Want Some Lyrics

Ive been in the game now for over a year
And now it's totally clear that I am overly feared
I'm thinking nobody here is gonna flow in my ears
Cuz they blurt their first verse, hear an explosion of cheers
But then I go and they hear another flow of the year
Then their minds blow out their ears and then they go home in tears
And grab a pad and a pen
And try to scratch some revenge
But they can scratch to no end and know they're still nowhere near
Notice my tone is sincere, Because my focus is clear
When I am boasting from my throne they go and quote me to peers
Going postal roastin' foes and flowin' oceans of fear
So go on home and throw that bogus pad of flows ya have at those dramatic
Hoes ya have that overact, and show ya static, only after
So much tragic shows of passion, notice Jack, I flow my magic
Show them addicts dope and have them going to my shows by habit
Just to show my foes that flow there's no one close to this I've had it

Submit your application to become my next nemesis
Competitive and bigheaded are definitely requisites
And if your head is hesitant there's definitely benefits
Cuz enemies, they tend to leave infected by my medicine
Rap veterans and better men i'm evidently sentencin
To death within my sentences and sendin them to heaven in
A hurry in a flurry cuz their journey's end is imminent
I'm feelin' it I'm real and spit ten sentences ahead of em
You never ever met an emcee better or more clever than
The menace in the flesh that expressin in the present then Again you've probably never ever met an emcee veteran
That's never said a sentence ‘ that left some men ahead of him
So let me guess you went ahead and penned or sketched some sentences
And said them in your empty den to rep n flex but then I went
Now your head is hesitant cuz every line's a labyrinth
And you'd be viewed as foolish if you spewed your rhymes right after it

I'm too underground to be battlin' big shots
But I'm wastin' my time with these fad lovin' rip-offs
Who are ravaging hip-hop with their average kid talk
And so I massacre this spot til they happen to get lost
Still They're lacking vernacular had to slap them with back hands first
Then unpacked all my action words just to smack them back up verbs
Have them packed in to dance and they have a passion for fast rappers
And the jacks that are stacked in the back they act like they haven't heard
Bout the man with the plan who put the fans in the stands
Who's with a mic in his right is ruling over this land
Who's bruising foes with his mantras
His music glows through his stanzas
Notice the flow is the grandest
So you will go and demand that
Ev'ry rapper that passes words through the crack in their aperture
Cannot lack a vernacular at least half as spectacular
So if your flow is weak then hold your speech cuz hip hop doesn't need it
What we know it needs is flows like these so close your teeth I mean it

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