[Intro]
Death to the wack emcees
Death to the wack emcees
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(Rush Rythymz)
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(Which hand you write with nigga? Put it on the table)
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[Verse]
This your intermission if your into listening 
I'm with all the shit that all the hits are missing 
This is more than flows, bars or who goes hard
Approach the new era with the same old flaws (nah)

Have not theories, keep it dirty Big jeans and jerseys
Mesk-tabs and 40s Same difference lean and perkies
Whose era better that's a stance of no importance  
We all byproducts of those before us  

Those woes and worries are old and sorry
but them woes and worries are on my road to glory
Life without hardships a children's story
One the children in my 20 story won't read

The children in my 20 story building smoke weed
Become the man of the house that the family don't need
Alot of wasted talent and broken dreams
I got a lot more to talk about don't leave

When was the last time you spoke to me openly
Minus ur search for dopamine you gross from me
Some keep close to me hoping to see my dopeness leave
That hate aroma mean causing my nose to bleed

Some shit don't change just spray the whole Fabreeze
Roll some tree and smoke and forget how it’s supposed to be
I uphold the deed to show and lead by example
Y’all stay pointing fingers while I leave with a handful

Leave me a sample I’m ample to pen chants
That push out more power than your amp pull
Bitch you landfill Watch a anvil crush a thumbnail
These are transcripts and soundtracks to your snuff film

Another kill I should invest in burial ground
We on the third installment boy this is serial now
Who wanna count the bodies boy Its a scary amount
I air em out I kill a empire off no Terrance Howard

No happy chants n hooks Aint much to cheer about
Old songs croon for soon These tunes declare a now
Hear a sound It's a fair share of wow
Get your whereabouts Pluck ya feathers and wear ya down Bow!

Coat of arms no Kid Super for this shooter
aint no way lil Webster gon’ hang with mister Cooper
Let this missile introduce us Spin u like pit maneuver
Ya comeback kid stories big hit with the losers

Haleluya I'll rebuke whoever distribute ya
No crucifix but this a tool to fix ya crew up
The score to the Madness of the planet that consume us
The students and the felons riding on the same school bus

The junior drug users who fucked cougars done grew up
Sleep on truth, fueled off rumors and costume love
There’s wars goin on outside Stay home or suit up
The enemy surrounded by more arms then a group hug

(oh yeah. yeah)
Fuck you gonna do huh?
Burried in a pile of excuses they found a new one
Mic checka It’s all EFX They not the true ones
They bum stiggidy bums straight out the sewer

Them Biffs went Back to the future for manure
And still found all of my moves were connoisseur
My pitch dont relate to you consumers
This more resonates with rulers and rare jewelers

6 handshakes from Mansa Musa
This ol’ fashioned new stuff I've mastered since Calvin Cooler
Your favorite writers Idols mentors tudor
The mad recluse one His own track producer

New York talkI I don't do the Chattanooga
The gossip shit cool until they ratta-tat the room up
The game in need of AID Tell ‘em that mi soon come
ART IMITATES DEATH I'm painting with a new brush
(Let's go)

[End bridge]
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Audio clip -"I should've known he was as good as dead when we wheeled him in"

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