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theoriii - rapper shit 2.0 lyrics

i predicted past the first day that this gat would burst
and lyricist would commit suicide for just half a verse
i’m f-cking up you kids like priests of the catholic church
and i ain’t doing collabs unless i can hear you rap it first
walk up in a cypher screaming “freestyle wack alert”
look at my rhymes and see that even in the past it works
get ready for the m-ssacre, yeah you better grab a nurse
when i hear today’s rap i should drive the blackest he-rs-

you got a choice if your parents don’t raise ya right
you either bleed lead or you let your eraser write
you always gotta hold your razor tight
so that you can shape minds, even blind mince are masterminds
now let me escort you all back to my head quarters
and we’ll settle this fair i’ll be calling heads quarters
in the air, either way i’m gonna leave your head quartered
when my head quarterback scores at the end of the quarter

i got the c-cked glocks aimed at the hot block top shots
corrupt cops, buckshots, much props, i lock spots
murdered at a bus stop, y’all bust shots and pop rocks
i think the f-ck not, look at your mug shot, i got stopped
by the fact that hip-hop’s hypocritical, i hate it hard
i pack a piece of paper, penning poems as i pray to god
peter piper couldn’t pick a bone, y’all are busting slugs
so pr-ck just put this in your pipe, and pull the f-cking plug

you and your mans are not dope, even wack combined
yeah i’m criticizing and dissin’, that’s how rap’s designed
i drop sh-t, and it’s hot with, the flows cream as crop picks
yeah b-tch you laced the base, i can tell your pot’s thick
gettin’ p-ssy drunk, p-ssin’ up a storm, it comes around
i’d never dumb it down, the lightning and thunder pounds
across the underground, listen when the trumpet sounds
see you’re dead before you see my face, my stomach growls
im hungry!

2 minutes motherf-cker try me
theoriii

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