The Purge

I'm about to get busy, nigga, take cover Listen, I am not your buddy, so we ain’t brothers, nope I hate buggers if it ain’t butter You ain’t hard as me, nigga, we ain’t from the same gutter, no In 2010, they let me out the cage Wasn’t a nigga strong enough to get me off the stage Bloodsuckers wouldn’t stop the rage They used to call me Wesley Snipes when I brought out the blade Decapitation shit, I slaughter goats Soft-ass niggas getting popped if they want the smoke Ain’t about to give you niggas signs, fuck a horoscope Pennywise effect, you would think that I was born a ghost Hit it, then I ghost these nymphos I couldn’t sugarcoat this info For the power, you already know what this ghost in for Bars stay classic like the ghost ship intro Started from nothing, came from the bottom, G This shit will fuck your brain up, bro, you’ll need a lobotomy Chest pains, shit, I make it hard to breathe I bet John Kramer would be proud of me My lyrics are based on facts Hardships, nigga, I done faced all that Ever seen an ape on crack? Me, I’ll break your fucking knees with a baseball bat Mama told me take a break, don’t crash She don’t know that if I take a break, no cash How many niggas can relate? No cap Haters wait for the day that I’ll bathe on trash I done had moments God put my faith on blast But I stand on my business and never ate no ass Student of the game, never late for class I handle life while rocking a Jason mask And all you niggas regarded as MCs Battle me and let’s see who’ll be awarded eventually I pity whoever plotted against me You’ll get split in half, you think I was parting the Red Sea This the part where the bro gets wicked As I vividly paint all these grotesque pictures You can protest, bitches That don’t change the fact you was willing to suck for a SolFest ticket Pay homage to get your mouth sewn I realized you people know nothing about Jones Court sessions, getting locked in a cell Probably could have rotted in prison, but I handled it well I bet you boys ain’t even been in a police station Keep chasing, only thing you got is street faces Deep facial cuts, bloody eyes, weak braces And that’s not a plus, my nigga, that’s a weak statement I rarely care about what a hater thinking But how this beat slap, it probably made an imprint If you owe me, I suggest you pay with interest ‘Cause messing with my bag, that’s like trying to make fun of Jada Pinkett You get smacked, and I don’t think you need that smoke Y’all saw what happened to Rock after the alopecia joke And all my people close See, I don’t burn bread, but if I do, the whole circle… I’m the main issue, now check as the fame triples I’m not a shooter, but I know some niggas who aim missiles For this spot, you’ll need Zarika to train with you The right uppercut gon’ splatter your brain tissue Most of these niggas are Pinocchio clones Maandamano, I’m bringing that terror close to your home Skill-wise, I’m dope to the bone Since I elevated, niggas ran outta business like Nokia phones My etiquette smooth, I never could snooze And I’ve never been a conformer to your delicate rules And if it’s scraping shit, I bet he’ll get bruised ‘Cause I don’t give a fuck like a celibate dude The hype leader on the right beat, then I write ether My stripes deep and my lines neat, kinda like zebras It might be on my ID till I die, niggas Supply D, I’m no side B, I like divas I emphasize on my enterprise ’cause I might need it My temper rise if they can’t decide who’s the right teacher They tend to lie, then they empathize, and it’s like cheating But I ain’t surprised, they’ll crucify you just like Jesus Nigga, step aside if you like breathing They petrified when the session dies, then it’s snipe season I’m weaponized, I let ’em fry, then I might eat ’em Them tsetse flies, I let ’em bite ’em, goodnight, heathens