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You may want to think twice before you laugh at somebody… 'cause they might just follow you home and kill you I got these rappers scatterin' like shatterin' your nose bones and splatterin' Blood in front of a hypochondriac with rare African Forms of an airborne pathogen passin' through a sneeze While I'm smashin' through emcees to bring the masses to their knees I passed all my degrees and handcrafted a masterpiece Now I'm after that mac-n-cheese to make money like Maccabees Imagine all these maggots like magnets attractin' G's Swear that swag is homemade when they studyin' Apathy's They pacin' back and forth on the stage like they half deceased Or they speakin' in Japanese or they stuck on a bag of trees Or they fuck up lyrics and freeze… suckers are so predictable I miss when it was dope to be original I'm so heartbroken I part the ocean like Moses to escape But they threw up the bat signal so I'm goin' to get my cape I'm gettin' my old tapes and all them heavy ass crates Scrutinizin' all my mistakes, I'll do whatever it takes Rise and shine, write a rhyme And think about all of them rappers that I wanna kill Rise and shine, write a rhyme Another day, another night, another dollar bill Rise and shine, write a rhyme And think about all of them rappers that I wanna kill Rise and shine, write a rhyme Letras de cancionesAnother day, another night I sit and stare at the disproportionate portrait of portions that rappers speak upon That sneak up on Ponzis that prompt me to palm, my speakers drawn Fond of lyricism, subject matter with substance gathered close I tend to douse 'em with both Instead of facetious songs that bottom feed methodically Like Constantine tricked us by mixin' Paganism with modern Christian theology God to me is probably somethin' you never seen, let it ring My lyrics come to life like that rabbit crafted from Velveteen My self-esteem was punctured, lungs drippin' in acetone My Ex told me, "Stop feelin' sorry, get off your ass your grown" These other rappers suck dick, in fact it's known Cheeks inflated like them jazz musicians blowin' the saxophone That cast a stone? You plastic clones adapt poems Like diggin' for fossil fuels extracted out of Jurassic bones You excavated a style that I encoded Spittin' rhymes back at me like I wasn't the one who wrote it, motherfucker Rise and shine, write a rhyme And think about all of them rappers that I wanna kill Rise and shine, write a rhyme Another day, another night, another dollar bill Rise and shine, write a rhyme And think about all of them rappers that I wanna kill Rise and shine, write a rhyme Another day, another night, another dollar bill From Letras Mania