[Verse 1:]
I don’t be stressin over fellas that dont b really be checkin for me
Been doing this regularly
I chew off the head of a beast quickly
Keep em abreast of my pedigree
I’m a master with better degrees
Better believe I spit a sick game
How you invest then settle for cheap
They selling you rhetoric never acceptable at a fixed rate
Ya better get with the metaphors
Meta-7s Meta-11s I’m giving up to you this day
You would think the sh** is invisible
You can’t even witness the sk** k**ing you like gammas and X-rays
On the other end of the spectrum
Ya still can’t see me with ultraviolet blue and infrared rays
I been amongst the city scum
The trifling n***as collecting urine and pitching it out their windows
You be overlooking me
Can’t see where I’m coming from
Stay young and dumb getting burned by the innuendo
[Breakdown]
Ima eat a lil n***a up for breakfast
Put you in a state of shock
It’s electric
Take away the anesthetic till you’re breathless
I get aggressive
No question
Why you sitting there worried bout the next prick?
Getting mad cuz ur name ain’t on the guestlist
Looking stupid when you feeling so pretentious
Just accept it
[Hook]
No Mention
You just the next b**h
Begging for attention
Come for the Prez leave headless
And you get no mention
I LIVE
You just the next b**h
I LIVE
Begging for attention
I LIVE
Come for the Prez leave headless
And you get no mention
[Verse 2]
Ha haaaa
If u on that bullsh** swag
I will not participate
Burn you at the stake or should I eviscerate
You busy pitchin them pennies with underhand strokes
Gotta have ya two cents knowing everybody broke
I suppose u really digging for gold, let it go
Why u gotta have ya nose all in everybody dope?
You ain’t built for that, and I must mitigate
Better get it straight
Stick a dick in the stigmas u instigate
And let it penetrate
Wait
It ain’t been safe
Everybody know k**ers at large and everybody tote
Photographers ain’t always running round with a Canon
And real soldiers don’t always throw down with a cannon
Truuu!
[Repeat Breakdown + Hook]
Yo Prez
Talk to em
On some real sh** uh huhhh
[Verse 3]
They say lyricism is dead
But you know that these n***as ain’t paying for sk**s
They barely got sk**s to be paying the bills
You that the sh** that I’m saying is real
It’s cray and it’s trill
And most of you yapping can’t handle this
If you tried you would sound like you stammering
So quit the shenanigans
I’m hot as a wick at the end of a candle tip
How in the f** are you managing
To get in the game witcha mans and them?
Real n***as is out here famishing
And you ashy monkeys need lanolin
I will be k**ing these phonies and giving a eulogy with a damn mandolin
You f**ing your way to the top
End up with chlamydia cutting a champion
f** out of here, go back to ya baby moms she needs pampering
There is no way that you’re tampering
With the spirit of me and my handsome men
Ya aptitudes I’m damaging
I sound like I’m speaking Mandarin?
The thrill is gone
Terminal, k**ing ya, flow cancerous
And you get no mention
Oh you the next b**h
Begging for attention?
Come for the Prez
Leave headless
And you get no mention!