Say yeah, 'Trakk! I apologize man, it was last minute So me ask for this in advance Slr, yeah Said they lean on me Niggas tried to dream on me Told that nigga he can lean on me Fall asleep and have a dream on me Nigga, yeah yeah yeah yeah
You see, it takes niggas weeks They need a comfort zone and some beats Lollygaggers to poly matters that go over responses Get all layered and technical in they content Press record, then I bring the receipts Lambda lambda lambda, I think that shit was sweet I wish I could just kiss you on the cheek Nerds have they hands in everything Gangsters won't even touch the police Won't you tell your niggas get that Take some of those cool fullies and go and get some of our shit back Your problem is you ain't never have no impact Kit-Kats and chit-chat and syntax won't make up for how much you sit back I think that nigga scared He never leave Heaven 'cause he already dead Damn, nigga are you insane? What's the point in knowing how to point and aim If the niggas you gon' bang look exactly the same? That ain't motherfucking cool, that's a motherfucking shame This ain't no motherfucking game That's why I think you are a motherfucking lame We both wear glasses, the difference is I was in school thinking it was cool you was thinking of skipping classes Listening to your track record I could see you were skipping classics I did it on my first one and delivered to the masses Your songs are immemorable, your verses are impenetrable I ain't even listen to that diss record I only fuck with you 'cause your interviews I ain't even trip when you called me a bitch I was like, "Look at Salem, calling me a witch" Look at how they made him, look how much they gave him Look at all the assists, nigga, if it wasn't for Premier You wouldn't be, if it wasn't for, if it wasn't for If it wasn't for, if it wasn't for, nigga, I got a dozen more Hov think I'm Hov, Nas think I'm Nas That's the trick, you ain't gotta think when niggas already think you are Muah! Your story crooked and your book too, pass the dumb shit But you would shoot somebody's son holding Sun Chips I wish they would've left Biz here, and fucking took you And all your hyper-technical hypotheticals In life, I've never met with you, from a distance, I accepted you From the podcast, I been kind of skeptical This ain't our first clash, this is just one of the several I ain't trying to bash, but it was like you was off your schedule You was throwing more than jabs I was like, "This nigga's incredible" We had to fucking edit you I don't know what vegan Detroit vegetable Dr. Sebi diet infected you To think that we share the same metrics or somehow I was less than you And I was the type of nigga that you could get really disrespectful to I ain't never lectured you, I get energetic and joke But in real talk nigga, I ain't never disrespected you I'ma punch you in your fucking face and we all think it's silly I'm thinking like "Won't this bitch nigga clean up his fucking city? " I mean you got all of the clout, know how to bring all them niggas out You can walk the walk, I mean we seen you walk all over your house But me and Mickey is geeks, because you got some heat Like I didn't go to the closet and put guns all over the couch Your mental health hotline, I think that shit is grown up But you're the very last nigga that should be picking that phone up I spit your verse to get immersed inside my enemy And to remind you nigga, I got to go through you just to get to me Subtle subordination Perpetual sidekick, nigga sort of a station that you used to So you ain't got to get all extremely too personal on your albums When you not surrounded by bigger artists to fucking boost you Nigga you called me, I didn't recruit you But no regrets, I take it as a test You said, "Lupe, you gotta have some grace Not be so haphazardly to put the truth all in they face" Now that I think about it, that's kind of half-and-half If a nigga asked you for the strap why would you keep it in the stash? If you ran the world, we'd get defeated in a flash You really gonna be the boss, can't keep secrets from the staff I learned that in the streets, nigga sweeping trash Keeping my city clean while you was talking 'bout beating a nigga's ass That shit is wack, long live backpack rap Fuck these Monster drinking, new age conscious thinking Farrakhan today, gangster tomorrow, one foot in they sorrow Another foot in the trap Killers who easily triggered by a little niggas attacks Who have the audacity to ask rappers to rap Facts!
Mickey! Ay, ay, listen I ain't done nigga Check this shit out, look, ay
In seven minutes he did it, if he knew how to freestyle He could've rented Heaven for seven minutes and been done what needed to be done by the second sentence All this extra innings may come across as master But my impression's apprentice Your penmanship has the fingerprints of a gimmick And affection and the intimacy of impressions of that nigga you friends with I ain't gotta say it to say it I can't even blame you, the nigga's one of my favorites Fuck that, back to my status All icy, talk spicy like the House of Atreides Inwardly successful, and outwardly I've made it Clearly, if I was a regular rapper, you wouldn't even come near me This nigga think he Siri, the answer to your queries What's Siri to Steve Jobs? A Budden to Tahiry? I'm excessively cheery, promote my niggas' theories What's an alien to a pentagon report? I see your brother tryna cheerlead That's what he's supposed to do And everybody that's fucking close to you 'Posed support, push you forth And calm your black ass down cause they ain't put you in The Source You chose violence I just wanna know when you gon' respond to Osyris And go to E. O. Dub, battle in front a judge Instead of hitting Smack and tryna entertain the thugs Come and fuck with us, nerds!
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