khfreek

To him you're a hazard, weak matter. A reason for laughter.
He's preachin' he's live. But he's only that word backwards
After he dies, you can climb the ladder, start a chapter
Art you'll capture finally.
But while he breathes, emcees don't even flatter him
Add a tad if his acrobatical arrogance
To his gentetically engineered emotional pattern of tearin' kids in battles
That'll explain why he mean mugs. He told ya' your team sucks
Said you was a creampuff
Said you dream of choking him with that mic cord
Instead, he blows your mind straight out your head
with that hardcore tear emcees and send 'em to therapy
He says, "Fuck You!" with clarity. You cry hysterically
As he makes a parody of your passion
You tell friends you think he's tight
but secretly, you hope his career won't be lasting
'Cause he's an asshole. But you know he's got nice sound
You know what else? You're looking at him right now.

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