Its on (prelude to greatness)
Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 11:32 pm
Man,
its on!!! soon as i hit the slope
its on motherfuckas!! from heat to smoke
its on!! rappers try to breathe but choke
its on motherfuckas!! you can see it dope
its on, staight off the domepiece, spitting like a chrome piece
rappers try and hold me back, but they cant control me
some would say its lonely at the top, they wait for cats to drop
but im climbing back atop, while grasping tracks that rock
its on, cause pimping aint easy, especially when the game is sleazy
rappers falling off they sleepy, they sliding on greased feet
this isnt a thesis its written history, most fakin no authenticity
while i'm awesome instantly, the track writer bombin antiquity
ambitiously fighting for survival, through distant rivals
trifling on my game i leave um stifled, with reports of rifles
get your eyefuls cause im here to stay, you fearing change
but its my time to steer the reigns, sturdy like i add steel to frames
to real to change so back off or get hit, i'm dissing you nit wits
who get script but cant write a decent limerick, fuckin dip shits
probably never even read poetry, but yet claim to flow wit ease
sicker than shit but no fatigues, could camouflage your open-ings
so i'm changing the game up, for those tired of the same stuff
hustle this hustle that to strangas, you edging towards danga
as i remain tha truest to his words, not claimin shit absurd
just dropping hits with every verse, not snatchin grannies purse
its the worst that we looking up to fuck ups, i've had enough of
these fake wanna-be hustlas, cant take these snakes so i'm breakin these bustas
its on!!! soon as i hit the slope
its on motherfuckas!! from heat to smoke
its on!! rappers try to breathe but choke
its on motherfuckas!! you can see it dope
its on!!! soon as i hit the slope
its on motherfuckas!! from heat to smoke
its on!! rappers try to breathe but choke
its on motherfuckas!! you can see it dope
its on, staight off the domepiece, spitting like a chrome piece
rappers try and hold me back, but they cant control me
some would say its lonely at the top, they wait for cats to drop
but im climbing back atop, while grasping tracks that rock
its on, cause pimping aint easy, especially when the game is sleazy
rappers falling off they sleepy, they sliding on greased feet
this isnt a thesis its written history, most fakin no authenticity
while i'm awesome instantly, the track writer bombin antiquity
ambitiously fighting for survival, through distant rivals
trifling on my game i leave um stifled, with reports of rifles
get your eyefuls cause im here to stay, you fearing change
but its my time to steer the reigns, sturdy like i add steel to frames
to real to change so back off or get hit, i'm dissing you nit wits
who get script but cant write a decent limerick, fuckin dip shits
probably never even read poetry, but yet claim to flow wit ease
sicker than shit but no fatigues, could camouflage your open-ings
so i'm changing the game up, for those tired of the same stuff
hustle this hustle that to strangas, you edging towards danga
as i remain tha truest to his words, not claimin shit absurd
just dropping hits with every verse, not snatchin grannies purse
its the worst that we looking up to fuck ups, i've had enough of
these fake wanna-be hustlas, cant take these snakes so i'm breakin these bustas
its on!!! soon as i hit the slope
its on motherfuckas!! from heat to smoke
its on!! rappers try to breathe but choke
its on motherfuckas!! you can see it dope
