When Rappers Attack

Lyrics

[Verse 1] To be perfectly honest I'm not feeling some of you rhymers Most of you small timers are just a bunch of vaginas Tame fans carry 380's down in they wastebands Write with spray cans, back in the days they used to breakdance I got a followin' big on what I be hollerin' And it's mind bogglin' cause I'm fly with a lot of them I get the groupies that'll shop lift at a gucci Lap dance for the loot and smoke bombazee looseys My new stage shows got underaged hoes giving fellatio Explainin' why they don't play me on radio I'm hard to market with the jar up in my pocket of the lethal Bout to make agent orange a sequel Shakin' hands with people exchangin' drugs with the hug For chronic and con bud in the middle of nightclubs I took some time off to dry off but, now I'm back Did you miss me? This is for when rappers attack [Chorus] Dues get paid, crews get slayed By the tools of the trade when rappers attack Nothing is off limits, no room for the timid Emcee's turn into critics, when rappers attack At shows throwin' blows when the open bar close Watching friends turn to foes when rappers attack Beef starts from emcee's parts who use street smarts To peep darts when rappers attack [Verse 2] Tamewizzle rock anybody brain wit cha Sippin' on cham-pip while bangin' ya brain tissue Hit you with consecutive heat, reppin the street Dip cigarettes in the leak and black out til' next week My second-hand smoke requires an antidote So breathe slow 'cause I'm dope and y'all just placebo's Ask your peoples who the rapper that you beat for With that underground heat just like them Fat Beats stores This is it, what I spit will break your medium down Tame 1 aka encyclopedia brown I think it's cool how I g raps on p's and q's Who you think made it so cool to shout New Jeruz? The OG without 64 and house shoes Indeed smokin' the leaves off your army fatigues I be the new Hannibal Lector from the New Jeruz sector And plus I incorporate game like John [?] [Chorus] Dues get paid, crews get slayed By the tools of the trade when rappers attack Nothing is off limits, no room for the timid Emcee's turn into critics, when rappers attack At shows throwin' blows when the open bar close Watching friends turn to foes when rappers attack Beef starts from emcee's parts who use street smarts To peep darts when rappers attack [Verse 3] You might wind up a part of my disorderly conduct I make rhymes to do more than just take your time up Grindin' up words into a dust and then I puff it We write out in the public, where I sell dimes of it Burn bridges to light, dutches all from coughing Black and ever so often, so approach with caution Could care less what you consider fresh and hot And if I did I woulda opened a suggestion box While the rest of y'all thinking you ballin' and act jiggy I crack phillys and wish that I could bring back Biggie And what I spit helps to identify flying objects Cliques get addicted first time trying my concepts Unorthodox, I'm from right off the block With behavior that be having my neighbors calling the cops I don't cop pleas, I drop ease and threes Blacking out like it's night time on cheap tv's [Chorus] Dues get paid, crews get slayed By the tools of the trade when rappers attack Nothing is off limits, no room for the timid Emcee's turn into critics, when rappers attack At shows throwin' blows when the open bar close Watching friends turn to foes when rappers attack Beef starts from emcee's parts who use street smarts To peep darts when rappers attack