Crack For The Masses

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Nigga welcome to good raps The champ is on the mic and he spits shit The killer on the loose finna' kill beats It's deeper than hip hop, I'm feedin' dope rhymes to the masses I'm comin' up slow as molasses, my times near ...Uhn, I'm -- Iller than sick pups I be on my iron man air missiles fly as fuck The dope crew ain't no point in even trying us Fuck shady deals ain't no labels gone' be buyin' us Desire to spit ill shit Thinkin' out the box, I be on that hella real shit Blast through the speakers as I'm rappin in these sneakers And these NB's got a nigga rockin' foreign features I be jammin' in these beat by Dre And I'm know for makin' beats by the day I'm a rapper by night Better beware cuz' a nigga be on the come up I'm cuttin' niggas off and ain't' no room for a fuck up The rappin' ass genius, yall rappin' is tedious Denim with the creases, higher volume than speakers is Top scorer, ballin like small forwards Beat pad bangin' on dope MIDI recorders I'm enlisted in an army full of emcees Thirst for the fame, they talent is half empty Keepin' every verse 100 like two 50's The labels still sleepin' they continue to be picky,FUCK EM! I don't think that they could handle the reality And I sneeze when I hear you rap it's the allergies You spittin' the BS this is recess And I'm on the job so just ask me "where the beats at?" When it comes the instrumentals, Ima statutory Rape it, and pay the engineer to fuckin' tape it And get a disc jockey on the stage just to scrape it I'm tryna blow up but my head ain't gettin' inflated Too many emcees thinkin they killin it but isn't sick Them niggas bite, but I bite back back I'm venomous Friday the 13th, Mask on killin shit Bombs over Baghdad , blast in the villages Modern Vintage on that Wu Tang Roots shit The rhyme scheme have a nigga lost lookin clueless Gimmie' the mic, gimmie' the loot, gimmie the instrumentals I deliver a brass knuckle to yo fuckin' dentals Forever laced in the cleanest threads Make a nigga reconsider everything he said Bodybaggin' these sixteens with ease I rip spleens in these SB's and raw denim nigga They hate hard cuz' a nigga spit They said I should stop cursin' but I said, "Fuck censorship" Aw man, what's the plan tryna' cop? What you got? Man I got the dopest rhymes on the block nigga