Wrapped Up

Uh-huh SK This my shit right here man But yo Let me just tell y'all something real quick, before I start rapping I'm getting sick of y'all rappers Acting like y'all better than niggas We came from the same cloth, dummy! F*ck? I'm not here for the lollygag I send niggas' careers in body bags You the type of sniper that got a gun that you gotta flash? You ain't really a driller Silly wannabe killers Holding ill-will and feelings That are spilled near my building No forgiven tactics You hold steel, or you still in practice? You so real No, you surreal With a bunch of laughing You hunchbacks should scrap for Notre Dame Your raps are solely plain I snap to hold your frame You cats totally strained from the posse I aim to the brains of these insane Deranged rap Nazis I'm black and proud to be Your tracks whack and matched sloppy Actual fact Mastered this class of psychology And the commodity, is uncommonly real You actors comedyville The factor's probably skills Which you lack is total Your written raps was never that vocal I smitten kittens with the fact that my tracks focal Was on the mobile, thinking how we'll get to global? Still I wrote my loaded hopefuls In my notes, I call them quotables I'm doper than the dopest dude I broke in two Engrossed by my motive, by approaching you Smoking crews as my only proof Known to cruise through tommies I bruise you promptly Tell me Who will stop me? You got two or three bodies? You use sentences with mentions and a few apostrophes My apologies to these rappers I assumed as hobbies, to rip through with ease My mental leave you chipped through to bleed You fictional idiots spitting them seeds Sunflowers I will kick you indeed Bitching cowards, I dismiss you to leave You really pitiful, I piss on your sleeve These so-called criminals be critically Talking on what the issue should be You hypocriticals with mythical beef Nigga I'm more than lyrical It's a spiritual deed To cripple liberals more physically Motherfucker Gone