Ginsu

Relax and take notes I don't smoke but the pen do
They don't write but they pretend to

Homie that ain't you that's him your talents a rental
I don't need paranormal activity moving my pencil
Homie I rap rap oh your skill set inconsequential

This mic is a Ginsu against whomever I'm too clever
When I put them letters together so protect your neck
Or get yo head severed

I spit my nose bleeds I'm looking like rap's eleven
Homie fuck a weapon bring a reverend
On this mic I'm the way truth light

You get in my way I'll Ike your Anna Mae
Turn the booth into Mandalay
The way I throw shots

I ain't here to go pop
I told ya'll cool out I represent Hip Hop
We are not the same them niggas are special ed
I'm more special ops

Ya'll know me king of the M I C I be
Don't bring your nursery verse verse me
We don't do no butter knife bars over here B
My mic is a Ginsu against whomever
A Ginsu against whomever
This mic is a Ginsu against whomever
I'm too clever the way I put this shit together

I tried to warn them niggas on my last joint
Now I gotta stretch the game out X your name out
Drop them hits nonstop I'm missionary with it
Jay staying on top

They praying that I flop but will I negative
I'm taking it back to when Hip Hop was competitive
Nowadays all ya'll wanna talk about is sedatives
Cars and your clothes

But none of ya'll niggas on par with the flows
Man the bar so low no wonder we got pump yachtys by the boatload
Fuck what them chumps sold where the bars at
Niggas dressing like broads where yo balls at

Homie I'm Keenan with the Kel Flow is all that
Trust me this ain't a game ya'll better fall back
I didn't come to follow nobody format
Either get in lockstep with or stepped on like a doormat

Ya'll know me king of the M I C I be
Don't bring your nursery verse verse me
We don't do no butter knife bars over here B
My mic is a Ginsu against whomever
A Ginsu against whomever
This mic is a Ginsu against whomever
I'm too clever the way I put this shit together

J to the A to the Y
I flow hotter than Dubai in July
I'll advise you motherfuckas step to the side or collide
Who want drama I'll oblige you
Diss me yo fam will have to hide you
That auto tune drug addict rap ain't what I do

I'm hungry that appetites on everything I write to
When I spit I'll turn fly niggas into flight risk
They get on beats say nothing like they tight lipped

Y'all know how I get when that mics in my grip
Raps what I do Hip Hop is what I live
Don't sleep on me ya'll better open up them eyelids
I didn't come for violence but ehh I'm not oppose
This about flows and the threat ya'll do not pose
Money cars hoes that ain't what I came for
Every time a nigga write five mics is the goal let em know

Ya'll know me king of the M I C I be
Don't bring your nursery verse verse me
We don't do no butter knife bars over here B
My mic is a Ginsu against whomever
A Ginsu against whomever
This mic is a Ginsu against whomever
I'm too clever the way I put this shit together



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Writer(s): James Walter Greene, Matthew N Jacobson
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