Tie up your shoelace, you bout to race a time demon
Got your fans grieving cause the competition not even
It goes to show that on the microphone I'm league leading
Got your team disbanded, niggas went back home to Mount Eden
Home run every time I'm having fun
Take a shot at your ribcage, then go for the lungs
I am a menace represented ambidextrous essence
Right hand strong, left hand stab you any second
I kinda wish these niggas would finally learn they lesson
Cause corpses is boring when I finish dissected
Translation, you wasted the time you invested
Just to lose it to a nigga who use lyrics as a weapon
Can I get a number 5 since you changed professions?
I bet you can't even do that to perfection
You can't even cook at your number 8 section
Re-up off a plug, blow the bag, 2 steppin'

Ha, ha, ha, ha

I write my sentence that would go over nigga heads
You wrote your sentence in a song, that what prison said
If rap was your bitch, I took some meds
And got lick of said from this brown bucket chicken head
Punish the rim, I'm soon to get an and 1
Punish the mic like a kid throwing tantrums
Punish your girl, she's part of my fandom
She told me that your bars smell like cow dung
She told me my bars godly when the church sung
Should've known from the drums and when the bells rung
Rap suicide, I seen where your neck hung
Air Jordans on, sticking out his tongue
Call me a baby goat when it's said and done
I stop traffic, got the have-it's looking like bums
Kill the competition, try to wreck some havoc
Don't just win, make them go out tragic

Ha, ha, ha, ha

You know what I like about this game?
You know what I really like about it?
Sometimes
You can just switch it up

Remember when I wrote when I was single digits
Time has flown since then
The only thing I could really relate to
Is the words written with a pen
I lived and lost, I wish I had it all
Maybe it's my turn
I'm just trapped in 4 walls, like a scene from Saw
I wish they feel my burn
Blocked expression, misinterpret depression
So they say it really ain't good
Well you gotta fight back, even yo shit wack
Cause imagination is food
Can't go hungry with the munchies
In a hunched seat saying this is life
When you sad on the inside and frown on the out
Cause you can't express emotion right

Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop
Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop
Hip

One day, I looked at André and Kanye
And A$AP, put them on an entrée
That time I still got my ass whipped
So my side dish was Freddie and Jay-Z and Ghostface
Around the time I was listening to Kendrick
I was failing like my parents expected
So I looked up to Badmon out in Brooklyn
Cause the youth can change the projection
When you use your voice and nobody caring
Then you question everything you write
Is it good? Is it bad? Man it's probably just ass
So you think of the apple you bite
Sometimes you gotta be your only fan
Cause apples don't grow by themselves
Be true to yourself if nobody gonna help
Cause they always come back for wealth

Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop (The greatest story always told)
Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop

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Writer(s): Lenny Caines