Hateraid
Critical cats come and claim that my game fell off
But in reality I see that they're lame and soft
I scoff at competition dissing wishing I'd stop
I stay hot, breathing or buried, on top like Pac
My vocabulary was very scary, I worried you before
But there's more in store in you're looking for a war
Not freestyles, but KEYstyles, they're miles apart
One's from the head, spoken instead of read, and takes heart
But the other my brother you'll discover, it's not hard
In ten minutes pen it and represent it like a bard
Like: Too many rhymes reused too many times
By, too many wannabee B-I-G's
Too many internet rappers wanna be Jay-Z
Too many playa hatin brothaz wanna flow like me
Too many Hit em Up fans try to be Makaveli
Too many smelly big belly chickens in spandex
Too many unplanned pregnancies, unprotected sex
Too many deadbeat dads don't pay child support checks
Too many thugs, too many drugs, too many slugs
Too many brothaz boast, too many hold toast
Too many tell lies, too many kids die
Too many have skills, but too many aint real
Too many are silent except for sex and violence
Too many dropped out of school, too many act like fools
Too many wanna be stars, too many write these bars
Too many too's for you, 26, so I'm thru
I maintain many methods of making you mesmerized
I aim to earn accolades while I'm alive
I chuckle at corny comparisons and cheap claims
I win word wars with verbal scores I attain
I flip phat flows until you face the fact
That I pack the exact rap tactics you lack
When wack new cats fake jacks they catch flack
I attack all acts turn their backs blue and black
Crack my lyrical whip on phoney Crips and macks
Kill comebacks with stacks of bars still unwrapped
My black ink makes cowards shrink and turn pink
I smell what you=re cooking and I can tell it stinks
So wiseguy goodbye cuz you are the Weakest Link
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What's your Point?
Why every time you rhyme you try to spit punchlines
Or hit me with similes and metaphors, I need more
Can I see some imagery that`s real to life
Not how you kill with lyrical steel, don`t be trife
Bragging about doin another man`s wife aint working
Cuz in reality you probably be jerking, your chicken
Not stickin it in some nappy dugout
I doubt what you say you`re about so close your mouth
Here`s some real poetry from me so lyrically
If you got some skills what`s the deal, how do you feel?
Do you wanna be a rap star, or work a 9 to 5
Push a Lexus Lan or keep the Civic that you drive?
Could you battle Eminem, Jay-Z, or Snoop?
Would you floss around the town in a Bentley coupe?
If so, what are you doing rhyming on BP?
Battling cats like me and spitting bars for free?
If not, don`t claim you`re hot unless you got versatility
Show me that you really can rhyme, use your ability
To hit me in the head with something new instead
Of how your lyrics raise spirits and put heads to bed
Or set choirs on fire, tear the tongues out of liars
Like a Firestone buyer rip the rubber off tires
Please aquire subject matter that matters
It`s much phatter, to splice nice wordplay with everyday things
Not something you see on TV, like Lakers or Kings
Describe being alive as you and what you do
Tell tales that are true which we can relate to
If you`re the best, forget the rest, just bless us with the words
Prove you`re lyrical dexterity thru nouns and verbs
If you`re a herb, don`t front, be blunt and say you`re wack
Don`t embarrass yourself by claiming skills you lack
Just kick the facts, and remember, be proud to be Black
P.S. if you just think I`m talking mess
Check out my page and get blessed by the realness
And until next time, I leave you with this rhyme:
I just speak and teach but don`t preach
I reach those on the beach with skin just like bleach
Looking for a tan like the man I am not Sam
They are fans like my BP fam understand
Cuz I slam with words like Jor-dan gotdamn
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Lyrical Content
What`s going on, why you doing wrong
I can`t take the hate that I hear in your songs
If you`re better at writing letters than your competitors
Just say what you feel, keep it real for real
Forget cap peels from steel that you don`t own
Stop fronting about something that`s best left alone
Because it`s played out no doubt and won`t earn you clout
Open your eyes and see the misery of death
You could get dropped like Pac or be the last one left
Let`s speak on the weak getting beat by the strong
The rich killin the poor and more that goes on
Like ghetto crimes and jail time in the rhymes
Let`s speak for the victims instead of the thugs
Mamas mourning cuz their sons got killed for drugs
Quit calling out names cuz we in the same game
Everybody`s felt pain and shame in search of monetary gains
Let`s blame the real enemies instead of me
Can you spit without profanity or dissing
I know you can rhyme but what`s your mission?
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Hater-Aid
Callin me a queer simply shows your fear
I`m Elmer Fudd huntin wabbits so you best beware
Because your funny like Bugs Bunny, bringing the boasts
About bones cracking but I burn brains like toast
When I`m heated, I give organisms brain aneurysims
If you don`t understand, man, just let me explain:
I`ll boil your brain and burst your veins
Until you`re insane from the pain my lyrics bring, so abstain
From shooting at the sky trying to stop the rain
I won`t explain my intellect, check my education
I got my B.S. plus a lyrical reputation
Rip a hole in the chest of the best that try to test, while the rest bow down
I`ll beat you bloody with my sock just like Homey the Clown
You`re just a baby, 18, I bet you`re having wet dreams
Don`t be upset just get a nanny cuz you can`t hang
Can`t even drink and got a curfew, but trying to run things
You`re probably teething, gums bleeding while my mouth has fangs
Slanging flour every hour while I deal cocaine
Say you wanna tie me up and take me in the back?
Now if that don`t sound gay then you go both ways, Jack
Face the facts, Dupri you see your rhymes are wack
Watching Shasta McNasty?! damn you must smoke smack out of Split`s ass crack!
Go back to English class for the skills you lack
Study some Maya Angelou to help you improve
Move your Pokemon and Playboys to make room for books
Make your mind beautiful to compensate for your looks
And don`t worry, the doodoo I dumped on you can be our secret
Plus the jewel I dropped is my gift, you two can keep it
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