Lyrics

[Verse] I'm not a genius I just think a lot And MCs they ain't nervous they just [?] a lot And you're not an alcoholic you just drink a lot I'm burning pages with my pen because my ink is hot I've got twelve melted pens that end in my pocket protector My man chilling inside a [?] that's my sector We wrecked a instrumental Every time a freestyle cypher [?] inside a temple Get gentle and sentimental when I cuddle with freaks Still I can't get my mind off all the trouble in the streets MCs bite my rhymes while I struggle to eat Mad DJs are clowns but they can't even juggle beats Plus all they flare is nostrils And all they know about the [?] is what they learned at the hospital They got twelve punches but no technique in their arsenal I seen one kid try to transport me, that shit looked impossible It was the obstacle, where's your knowledge of hip hop Microphone hogs get their lips knocked Straight out of low cash of gut [?] just like prince rock I'm about to spread my asscheeks on your ears and let my shit drop Dank cans are leaving space on my hands And I'm a dangerous man who brain scans I try to not rock name brands Your mom will wear Adidas till her death Singing all day "I dream about Sage" under her breath I wonder what's left of the underground heads [?] heart in your hip hop to me it sounds dead Base nine on your bed I heard your girl yell next You ain't a pimp just because that bitch sells sex But you ain't a player just because you wear a jersey No fear no mercy Scared MCs can't do nothing but swear and curse me Swearin to hearse me but I don't know the pain It's like menthol Novocaine for my clean and sober brain I let the poppers pop and the breakers break I represent B-Boys with the back pains and headaches I make fakes run home just throw the one poem Mixtape number twenty one DJ Unknown I'm not from Houston I just rap a lot And DJs names sell out they just play crap a lot And you're not a bitch ass you just get smacked a lot I just keep dissing you if you back up and not