Ultimate
(V. 1 - GFunk)
Now u don't have to wait, I'm not playing no games
Why you think I'm on this track with my man Dee Jaymes
I'm a man on a mission, you better pay attention
time to start schoolin you, charge tuition
The shit I spit, don't have to be quick
But it's quick to the point like you been hit with a brick
So you say you wanna battle, fuck that, you know it's war
I done told you, I'm not messing around no more
Don't get caught slipping, you be falling behind
Cuz I'll rip ur head off, I'm outta sight and outta mind
If I'm doing the time, best believe I did the crime
Cuz i murder with my words, it's lyrical homicide
It's a 187 on this motherfucking track
Fuck with me, you gonna end up on a guillotine rack
Ill Rip ya head off, so I can shit down your neck
Then you can't realize, I'm the mothafuckin best
G Funk be getting rough, you can try to call my bluff
And ill wreck your fucking life like a dick in the butt
(say what?!)
It's guillotine 2, man I thought you knew
Getting dirty on the track like 2 live crew
Dee Jaymes wanna talk about the S on his chest
But c'mon son... I'm the real Clark Kent
when I take off my glasses, all the bodies are spent
Got a problem, I'll solve it, in the end I'm the ultimate
(V. 2)
You had to listen to some individuals, rhymes Impeccable, our
lyrics perpetual, Time to get up off my testicles
Bout to snap that neck on you, got me feeling most wanted
6 stars on GTA, we haunted, yeah you know we on it
And I flaunt it like the best, get the haters depressed
When I get on the mic, keV Hart, I say it with my chest
I just wanna know how many bars I gotta spit
To let these hating motherfuckers know Dee Jaymes is the shit
Here we go again, another number one hit
Call it Guillotine 2, cutting heads off in this bitch
I'mma run it like I stole it, get my dick out and hold it
Drop that shit right on the ground, like a carrot, yeah
I'm golden
And I'm on one, I'm on the run, all the way to the top
Never stop until I flop, from my toes to my cock
Hold up, I meant head to my toes, impeccable flows
No time for these hoes, I gotta give you a show
I had to think of what to do to succeed with the rest
And to do it like the best, with the s on my chest
Gotta save the rap game with my personality
Get these shitty motherfuckers feel me flow, really
vibing me
Cuz it's a part of me, and I do it for the hate
And I do it for the spite of people, I wanna be great
I wanna be known, for all the ultimate flows
And all the ultimate shows of talent, you already know
(that I'm the ultimate)
Now u don't have to wait, I'm not playing no games
Why you think I'm on this track with my man Dee Jaymes
I'm a man on a mission, you better pay attention
time to start schoolin you, charge tuition
The shit I spit, don't have to be quick
But it's quick to the point like you been hit with a brick
So you say you wanna battle, fuck that, you know it's war
I done told you, I'm not messing around no more
Don't get caught slipping, you be falling behind
Cuz I'll rip ur head off, I'm outta sight and outta mind
If I'm doing the time, best believe I did the crime
Cuz i murder with my words, it's lyrical homicide
It's a 187 on this motherfucking track
Fuck with me, you gonna end up on a guillotine rack
Ill Rip ya head off, so I can shit down your neck
Then you can't realize, I'm the mothafuckin best
G Funk be getting rough, you can try to call my bluff
And ill wreck your fucking life like a dick in the butt
(say what?!)
It's guillotine 2, man I thought you knew
Getting dirty on the track like 2 live crew
Dee Jaymes wanna talk about the S on his chest
But c'mon son... I'm the real Clark Kent
when I take off my glasses, all the bodies are spent
Got a problem, I'll solve it, in the end I'm the ultimate
(V. 2)
You had to listen to some individuals, rhymes Impeccable, our
lyrics perpetual, Time to get up off my testicles
Bout to snap that neck on you, got me feeling most wanted
6 stars on GTA, we haunted, yeah you know we on it
And I flaunt it like the best, get the haters depressed
When I get on the mic, keV Hart, I say it with my chest
I just wanna know how many bars I gotta spit
To let these hating motherfuckers know Dee Jaymes is the shit
Here we go again, another number one hit
Call it Guillotine 2, cutting heads off in this bitch
I'mma run it like I stole it, get my dick out and hold it
Drop that shit right on the ground, like a carrot, yeah
I'm golden
And I'm on one, I'm on the run, all the way to the top
Never stop until I flop, from my toes to my cock
Hold up, I meant head to my toes, impeccable flows
No time for these hoes, I gotta give you a show
I had to think of what to do to succeed with the rest
And to do it like the best, with the s on my chest
Gotta save the rap game with my personality
Get these shitty motherfuckers feel me flow, really
vibing me
Cuz it's a part of me, and I do it for the hate
And I do it for the spite of people, I wanna be great
I wanna be known, for all the ultimate flows
And all the ultimate shows of talent, you already know
(that I'm the ultimate)
Credits
Writer(s): Dustin James Mcquaid, Garrison W Heagy
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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