Call me the biggest, the best, the prophet.
Cuz I kill the fakest, the rest, yo ass. So watch it.
I ignore the weakest, the pests, yo ass. So stop it.
Call me the exterminator. Test my gat and I'll pop it.
Rollin' joints with the ashes of what's left of the defeated.
Role in Aston Martin on the corpses of those that retreated.
Delaying your death. Make like Michael Jackson and Beat it.
Before I shoot you like pac and then history's repeated.
We got rats in the front room, roaches in the back.
My crew at your front door with a baseball bat.
Take a mighty swing. And in return your legs react.
Next you're laid out on the concrete, two broken knee caps.
Post 420!
Bigger men taken down with one fatal sweep,
Naive nigga, know my name, know I lay em' to sleep.
Puff 2 piece and grew spleens to sacrifice a sheep,
Same as the rhyme you run, away for fate to leap.
Enough with the abstractica, more with the automatic,
Plenty of em' here and you sound like you tryin' to catch some static.
Nigga been happy-go-lucky typing from Aunt Lucky's attic,
Keep acting like it's a game and I swear it'll get traumatic.
Large contradictory if were talking about fake,
Hell, I'm relaxed as Ferris Bueller with the drugs that I take.
Villages wait. Court date 8th Ber stabbed with a stake,
It's still in his face when you visit his wake.
We got hornets on the East coast, bumble bees in the West.
Hunnid g's, sellin' keys. Stuck in this hood, that's the nest.
I bring home the honey. My money, I dare you to test.
Your ass is good for one sting. I can take it. Be my guest.
You're a ship washed up on the shore to tell you the truth.
You don't work like you used to. Don't sail no more. Goof.
Washed up in dirt, you can get out. Like I did in my youth.
You can escape the grasp of the ghetto. And I be the proof.
But there's a difference, you see. Between me and you.
You lack the confidence, the tree, the green, the crew.
You lack the ability and the skill to do whatever you do.
So the difference between us is that I'm better than you.
But
Lets see if you can match with what the veterans do,
If only you knew the harsh reality that will ensue.
You're like a living piece gum crawling from under the shoe,
I've never stopped spittin' shit sicker than swine flu.
Morgues full of dead niggas who was takin' from me,
Nine pass the side street blastin at ya' family tree.
You can be one of a million cleaning my trailed debris,
Legend told, near the sea of Embry's hyperbolic spree.
Yup we farther back, like some soldier's strap,
Set to take you off the map, this is more talk the rap.
I think I'm going back to killin' and assaultin' tracks,
Rhymes were flat for mimicking Jesus, guess I was wrong for that.
Next time, fiddle and try with every rhyme,
Be the reason hip-hop starts to wither and die.
Done with the weak shit, I'm blowin' ya back in time,
Back when you were better, back when coca cola was a dime.
Stronger than typhoon, get ya head up like high noon.
Rap like I'm ready to die soon.
And I don't advise you to try dude, look at how I move,
I split a spliff faster for my groove.
Since I was 5'2, remember who was loyal to my rule,
We call em' Emb Boys, they will find you.
A daily reminder you can wind up with peoples behind you.
Literally at any time, as inconvenient as Randu.
Yo, here's a little saying I made for you to shout.
I lost to Bercat cuz he's the best, no doubt.
I lost to the rap god, and I hope I don't pout.
Cuz I'm a lil lost bitch that needs to find another rout.
I run circles around you. You can call me sonic.
Blowin' smoke in your eyes. The sticky green. The chronic.
Spittin' out rhymes like a machine. Bionic.
Your crew is under developed. Damn right you're Embryonic.
I lay down these raps like none you've heard before.
I lay down bodies from top their game to the floor.
I lay down your bitch. Damn that hoe is a whore.
And I'll lay you down too. You'll be penniless no more.
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