Liononnazebra

Check the process, Playtime's over like the game ended, The spot's hot fireplace flames in it, All these rappers out her lyin' bout how they holdin' glocks Wearin' all these colors, like they shop in a Crayola box, They take shots, so I shoot back 12 gauges, see my verses have the same effect as bible pages, Yeah, I know, you're mad cuz my craft is rappin' See I'd rather grab a mic than grab a strap and cap captain, I know the game, call me coach wit' the playbook, Put a mirror on the track, it's a great look Fake homies, I call 'em baggies, cuz they plastics, I bee flippin' on them cats like gymnastics, Please back up off 360 the road is rough, You gotta bring a whole lot, but can't hold enough, I call ya bluff every time I pull a card out, Nothin' easy, teachin' soft dudes to take the hard route, That's what it's bout, leave ya laid out on the cold floor, My beats knock like bold knuckles on a old door, I keep 'em shut out, other team no score When I die, I'll be a legend like a folklore, Or a Legend like a Acura, You'd have thought I was A Lion on a Zebra, how I be attackin' ya, I'm a pilot, you a passenger, don't spazz cuz, You know I'll whoop the azz of a challenger Get outta Dodge, don't come to my lodge, Oh yeah, I know What's Happenin' like ReRun & Rog Dee & Duane, see a lot of rappers is lame X Box & Playstation, Only way they got game, you a couch potato, All day watchin' stupid cable, you got a issue on ya mind, Then bring it to the table, and imma serve ya like A waiter at the Red Lobster Dali Lama, Obama, yo Mama know I bring the drama, Top grade you can't fade with a barber blade, I'll burn ya eyes when I'm shinin', get some darker shades I'm the teacha so I reach ya while ya guessin' Class is ova, this'll be the closin' of the lesson, Now, a chip's on my shoulda like Lays or a Ruffle, All cuz these lazy ass punks claim to hustle, I'm really like my pops cuz I create my situation, Hesitation never entered my mind, I'm on the grind, Sometimes, my mind gets lost, payin' the cost, But, I find my mind in the midst of the frost, Cold thoughts runnin' through my head causin' a brain freeze, No fakin' out this way, we just plain G's, And we spinnin' 360 Degreez, gettin' cheese, while you crawlin' 'round, Scrapin' ya knees, I'm a H-I-P-H-O-P-A-R-T-I-S-T so come see me, If ya can, I got this chrome mic in my hand, That I can load like a 12 guage and damage a man, Ya understand, No Mercy like T.I., see I handle my grown man B.I. Man forget swagga, I'd rather be a rapper toe tagga, And crumble these so-called MC's like soup crackers, Matter fact most cats is actors, perpertratin' bastards, Whose raps get plastered, on the wall, When they come tryin' 2 ball I'm on my LeBron James game, makin' 'em fall Gettin' smashed on, 360 get his dash on, By any means necessary, get ya cash on, I ain't flashin', I'm passin' passed 'em, I never will lie, I testify, just ask 'em, do 'em like crash dummies Fast I crash 'em, Old West style, cock back n blast 'em, Kill 'em, nah, I wouldn't murder 'em, best revenge when they say, Nah 360 we ain't heard of him, Took a lill hiatus, now I'm back in the lab, ridin' the beat, Like I'm in the back of a cab, tryin' to find somethin' to stab, Lookin' for me? You can find me bussin' a rap, Young niggaz pick up mics but they don't know what to do wit' it, Snatch it from him, terrorize his whole entire crew wit' it, I do spit it, come step to Deeyon EyeSun, In the ring beatin' suckas like a young Mike Tyson, Suckas ain't fightin' they runnin', snitchin' & tellin, Then hop onb wax become a three time felon, So, f*ck throwin' rocks cuz, I'm reachin' for a boulder, And hit 'em, when I spit 'em wit' a chip on my shoulder!