Doomsday Radio (AM Mix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Kay-Tone, The Legendary Trackster] We come down like This y'all, that y'all, this y'all, that y'all This y'all, that y'all, this y'all, that y'all This y'all, that y'all, this y'all, that y'all This y'all, that y'all, this y'all, that y'all [Verse 1: Kay-Tone] While you play with yourself, I'm writin' page for page Because a lazy MC can never rip a stage So check your text as I flex, who's gettin' bombed next? MC's that sayin' you're cold and takin' contracts Because your voice sounds wack without effects and EQ You love the track but at the show, you're see-through Me be true, yo, calm down, you need to take a job Because we still rock the set and slam the [?] along D 2 Tha S ain't payin' dues 'cause we ain't owin' nothin' You're anothеr studio MC who's out for frontin' Ain't sayin' jack shit but when I add a rap kick It hits your heart like you'rе puffin' on a glass dick The average consumer ain't complainin', hops Because I'm droppin' MC's off like rain drops It's where the rock stops, yo, I gets 'nough props, so Rehearse a little bit, at least you have some kinda show I find a flow, then perfect it, never neglected My city 'cause in Chicago I'm well respected Tell the next kid not to step If he wants techniques, [?] D 2 Tha S wreck beats [Chorus: Kay-Tone, The Legendary Trackster] It's Doomsday when my tunes play Suckers better break in fear, let me make it clear It's Doomsday when my tunes play When you step into the zone, it's on It's Doomsday when my tunes play Suckers better break in fear, let me make it clear It's Doomsday when my tunes play When you step into the zone, it's on [Verse 2: The Legendary Trackster] It ain't no haps here, my peers collapse from the fear That my raps rear as I check that pussy like a pap smear I snaps here when niggas start poppin' shit I put a stop to droppin' shit, were no true to hip-hoppin' it I stop and sit, just to listen these suckers flow Then let these motherfuckers know all the ways I fuck his hoe When my dick grows like a tumor, assumer Nigga like TP, I had that bitch spreadin' them legs like a rumor Doomer, [?] polo Make you hip-hop, so you'll get dropped and singled out Like a solo then I show you my crew, how I kick When niggas couldn't come like me if I gave 'em my dick So you need not persist in this foolishness 'Cause who get dissed? It's you and even you I wonder is this you when my fist is through? The distance grew further since the last time I heard ya And ya got a long way to go, that's the wrong way to flow You're in need of more practice 'cause you're soft as a mattress Plus your tracks lack fat kicks Get off our black dicks like Tone said Or receive a blown head, but if you still wanna step, dumbhead You make the mics go dead 'cause ain't nobody listenin' Then you'll get dissed again, it's the end You need to face it, your style is too basic I rock it acapella while you hide behind a bass lick And you might taste dick when you kiss your girl again Then wish the world would end, lookin' for a dish to hurl her in Why in the world would [?] lackey send your elements They need development, fuck [?] knowin' what the hell it meant [Chorus: Kay-Tone, The Legendary Trackster] It's Doomsday when my tunes play Suckers better break in fear, let me make it clear It's Doomsday when my tunes play When you step into the zone, it's on It's Doomsday when my tunes play Suckers better break in fear, let me make it clear It's Doomsday when my tunes play When you step into the zone, it's on [Verse 3: Kay-Tone, The Legendary Trackster] It's a shame how many suckers try to knock this 'cause I rock this And your hoes is buggin' on how big my cock gets My block [?] niggas straight blastin' Askin' no questions if you look suspicious Niggas is vicious where I come from If you gon' step on my set, don't let that gun pop no dum-dum's A hum comes from the bullet as it soars Pours into [?] boards are open like doors Floors shake then a plaster cracks When I blast the tracks past the max' off mastered wax What that bastards lacks, we possess and progress In this fashion of smashin' and slashin', flashin' The skill that the ill niggas rock Chill lot 'cause we will lick a shot Pick a spot on my nuts to suck You ain't got the guts or luck to fuck with us So when I rock, you duck [Chorus: Kay-Tone, The Legendary Trackster] It's Doomsday when my tunes play Suckers better break in fear, let me make it clear It's Doomsday when my tunes play When you step into the zone, it's on It's Doomsday when my tunes play Suckers better break in fear, let me make it clear It's Doomsday when my tunes play When you step into the zone, it's on