Clear Out

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Yeah, they call me Mr. accurate, zilla-killa precise smashin' it Check the packagin', my 16 is no accident This was destined to happen, clappin' you pacifists My whole mentality is that of Lazarus I mastered it I've gone wifi transmitted through downloads I rock with Philly scoundrels until the sound blows Into that hole inside the earth is where my crown goes Then the ground glows, hangin' with other brown souls Put the gun away nigga you ain't no g-hot Cuz I know killas that'll pop you make your knees lock New world order totalitarian rhyme shit And I ain't worried about the glove as long as mine fits I'm losing my mind, bakin' under the summer sun But I ain't stoppin' the movement, bruising the drummers drum Outserspace, King Syze watch the dummies run My brother's keeper, it's over now what's done is done [Verse 2] We crazy insane, my team is out of your league We all rap, but you, you just not an MC Standing ovation we tear down the coliseum Pharaoh status, all of yall want to be em They got hate in their blood, I want to know the reason I can't relate, they hoes, I wouldn't want to be em So fall back, with your constant complaining Questioning my work cuz my content is changing The roads that I travel smooth look how I paved em I'll take it back to writing hooks in the basement Mic from the ceiling, my track record gleaming We all beastin', please bring the feast in Flow is too nice, my format's impeccable Throw in 2 dice, I'll hustle the rest of you Hip hop's my bitch, but she ain't on the pedestal Ziploc your lips if you know what's best for you [Samples] [Verse 3] Same shit, different day Same shit, niggas say Shit different for a nigga when he live this way See your team dismay, now they out in the dumps Hiding out, stayin' far as possible from the slums Illadel be the slums, kill yourself with a gun A rhyme writer locked up repeated felon on drums While prepare for the snare, cold blooded prick on kicks Every track I adapt like Scarface with the fix Bars taste like shit, foul mouth I got Kiss my mom, pissed off but fuck that I'm hot DC I got, more bars in the tuck Now my pen on fire, siren on in the truck Got zillas and the scrilla from the H to invest Call the gorillas the shit gettin' iller what's next Whole lot of information gettin sent through text Beats bang, Outerspace, Pharoah clique we best [Verse 4] Talkin bout that piece you got, better be loaded and cocked I'm hoping when I rock, plus I'm globally hot Speculate on what it's not but you know what it is No matter how big the plate I'm still up in your fridge Lookin' for leftovers, don't get left over The world sounds like Drake the universe is ? The underground is us, the core is under siege I'm a spectrum when I spit the earth sees a colorful breeze You crumbled in my steez, it's wonderful when you bleed I'm a bad hand with the ace under the sleeve Yeah I'm too nasty, and my words kick a bad odor Pump the brakes on your plan burn your rotors The heat sonar, radiate and kill your motor Your artwork was dope, your CD's a poser When it comes to this music, your message is fraudulent I don't believe that bullshit that you talkin'