Chorus We don’t say “Hi” & We don’t say “hello”/ The only words that we speak after wrecking your show How U Doin?
We don’t say “Hi” & We don’t say “hello”/ The only thing that we say when we step to your ho How U Doin?
V1A – PACKFM It’s outrageous, The way I stay rippin up these stages/ I spit shit so sick, you wish it was contageous/ Spread like The Plague is with vibes like silent pagers/ Niggas kickin fake shit, blame it on the matrix/ You’re so wack that you’ll leave a theif screamin “I cant take this!”/ I get Biz like Mark, I’m catchin weck, you’re catchin vapors/ All you’re perpetratin’ is pure cetification/ That you wouldnt be as dope as me if you did ya best impersonation/ I still cant stand you, rhyme parapallegic/ Niggas thinkin I’m ill, ‘cause their raps are makin me sick/ So what you want from me?, Evacuate my company/ You could swallow my sperm, and wouldnt be spittin as nuts as me.
V1B – TONEDEFF I’m cussin when I’m bustin frees, I’d love to see you fuck with T / If I crush your team with cuts that means, I clutched you in my custody/ I touch a beat reluctantly, cause of what it does to me/ There’s something freakish up, it seems, I suddenly can jump the trees/ The function is perfunctory, with stunning ease I lunge for Greece/ And only cease, because, you see…I stumped my feet on Tuscany/ My running cleets were scuffed to pieces. MC’s are cunts in heat/ That scrub and clean for nothing, B – Their mugs are freakin’ ugly/ They’re clumsy in their drudgery. Shit…my tongue is tweaked abundantly/ My luxury money’s eaten by monthly fees/ In summary, I stunningly can stomach these abundantly unfunny geeks/ These scummy freaks are somewhat neat to hunt for weeks/ I strut the streets comfortably, cause punks duck in retreat/ I’m the one that makes you shun beliefs, like nuns & priests with cummy sheets/ I’ve brung complete sums of treats. You’re buggin how I strung this feat/ The subtlety is null indeed, so don’t confront us when we meet!
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V2 – MECCA I will go all out, to humiliate you/ Burn through any squad that affiliates you/ That’ll give the kids on the corner something to chat about/ Give all these mad rappers something to be mad about/ I’m made for this, like guns was made to buck/ Got entertainers pissed, cause I break their legs for luck/ Stuck watching this son of southside who accomplished this/ Blocking this? Tell me how you plan to stop apocalypse/ That’s claiming to be all the flame & the heat/ And how we, reign in the street and put your name if defeat/ Have a seat…don’t ever come through acting loud/ Cause I will leave you slumped on that block you’re so proud of/ You bow, cause I always impress, always amaze/ Straight arsonist…constantly coming with blaze/ In another minute, you g’on wanna chase me/ Cause your vibe just can’t replace me, flow just can’t erase me/ I remain rhymer-proof, time constructed/ Forgive them father…they know not who they fuck with/ Cause as an MC, I stay baptized to bang/ While you could be crucified and still couldn’t hang/ Whoever think they got something for it, get up on it/ I’ll teach you and your crew what it means not to want it/ I don’t air out tracks…I ventilate, rhymes penetrate/ Crews disintergrate… it’s mecca’s way or the interstate.
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