The Last Lyricists-Blastah Beatz
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TXT The Last Lyricists-Blastah Beatz 文本歌词
The Last Lyricists - Blastah Beatz
It's a time for martyrs now as
The rap game that's in a crisis
Record sales continue to
Decline record labels are mergin
And cats got confused
On what's real hip hop
We got the real live spitters
In the game of rap
All you dudes say you nice
But you niggas is wack
Where my lyricists at
Where my lyricists at
Where the f**k you niggas
At where the lyricists at
I could carry the weight of
Pun ressurect big L's lungs
And jack every single beat
That jam master jay spun
I'm the lyrical son of rakim
The jab of bernard hopkins
The voice of B I G And pac
Overlooked by johnnie coch aran
The KRS one doctrine the
Monster in these niggas
That be posterin I'm robbin them
In a whip they girlfriend drivin them
I'm butter without the margarine
The crack without the sizzle
The rain without the drizzle the
Hammer without the chizle
The baller without the dribble the
Scribble scrabble the writer's block
I bibble babble have the spit and
Flip the rip the chain that shackles
Had to fight and grapple and
Tackle the rotten apple
I traveled from camden and met
The drama king at the tabernacle
Gave me the juice like a snapple
Ran with it like the olympics
Encrypted my signature on
Templets for the cake like krimpets
Move atlantis I am legend knock
A troy to armageddon
Lyrical prophet the hip hop
Heavens raised by latin florida evans
We got the real live spitters
In the game of rap
All you dudes say you nice
But you niggas is wack
Where my lyricists at
Where my lyricists at
Where the f**k you niggas
At where the lyricists at
No lyrical content just
Typical nonsense
My mental too complexed to
Listen to garbage
Every lyric I palm breast
He gripping a large tek
And killing you god bless
That sh*t is too far fetched
Giving you are a threat then
Live it don't talk mess
Niggas in projects ain't
Feeling you more or less
This hitting your heart yes
You miserable or stressed
Get rid of you y'all sets
Finish your squad next
Pitiful process with spirits
That's part flesh
We rip through your small
Chest with critical objects
Ni**a you waan test the
General confess
I'll injure you fraud
S best in criminal contest
No killa you harmless my
Birth involves death
Umbilical cords wrecked
My little unborn neck
Before I get all dressed
In greens and oppress
And walk through the yards
Vexed I rather graveyard rest
We got the real live spitters
In the game of rap
All you dudes say you nice
But you niggas is wack
Where my lyricists at
Where my lyricists at
Where the f**k you niggas
At where the lyricists at RAH
Totalos tiempo
Contiene mal aliento
I'll kill you tomorrow
Playing with papoose like
I ain't the rap truth
I'll kill them in that booth
You doubt it go ask booth
Slay gave me the dice I hit
Them with the deuce
They started laughin but man
This the deuce that killed bruce
The most original lyrical
Criminal leave you in critical
Torture and ridicule these
Pitiful rappers I'm cynical
With the flow that's enormous
My swagger and stage performance
The corners I sold to foreigners
They zoners tryin to extort us
The coca I dropped in waters
Supporters I'm crossin borders
Papa blessin me with orders
I never move like the tortoise
I rather move like the testarossa
Eat like I'm in ponderosa
2008 keyser sosa I'm shitting
On all these chokers
We got the real live spitters
In the game of rap
All you dudes say you nice
But you niggas is wack
Where my lyricists at
Where my lyricists at
Where the f**k you niggas at
Where the lyricists at
