Song Length |
2:48 |
Genre |
Rap - Hip Hop, Rap - East Coast |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Irate, Enraged |
Subject |
Fools, Lies |
Similar Artists |
Wu-Tang Clan |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
V1:
You wanna spit like the Gripp? you got big dreams
Cause styles like these cause storms on seven seas
emcees freeze, drop they mics and run
Im just another ill nigga from the East Coast, son
And I spit it for my cats back on the block
and make you everlast casts quit rap and sing rock
Like glocks, I get hot from my rapid fire spittin
Ya'll cats are wack to me, I dont care if you hittin
in LA or NY, VA or DC
do a show in PA and we prove your shit is weak
the rap shiek stay unique when I obliterate a beat
while the shit that you speak's misunderstood like greek
I bring the heat like ovens in concentration camps
Your lyrics stay weak like McDonalds heat lamps
Nigga when I spit, I demand complete silence
while you other niggaz choke just like yall need a heimlich
a sly wit, sharp tongue and ill mic control
takes hold of your soul and puts me on a roll
I stole your idol's title, my rivals are decimated
when my lyrics get created, your mind gets elevated
Greatness is debated and some cats inflated
but the shit straight blazin if Smokey Gripp made it
Hook:
Too many bitch niggas, not enough time
Too many emcees, not enough rhymes
Too many fake thugs, not enough crimes
Too many bitch niggas, not enough time (x2)
V2:
Swing Sword like Cao Cao and Lu Bu at Hu Lao
the lyrical Zhang Liao makes ya'll niggas bow down
Dont run now, Im on you. triad niggas bomb you
you heard the last track, so nigga, I warned you
my Kung Fu hits you just like the Buddhist fist
Prove to the world youre a bitch like Will Smith
you tricked by your label, believe your own hype
More confused than a southpaw leading with the right
Fight night fatality, a casualty of the battle
Ya'll baby ass niggas straight whinin for your rattles
Rashes on your asses, my classes are in session
Microphones morph to weapons, wettin your midsection
Like Tekken, I win rounds by using beatdowns
Aint nobody gettin out til somebody's on the ground
Surround you cat's camps, no chance for escape
Rock you in the face, no peace talks and no debate
Don't equate me with an emcee you heard in your life
take as good as they are and multiply it by twice
and im ten times better than whoever they are
I'm just an underground nigga who'll blaze your favorite star.