Raising the Bar II

I'm in the stu cooking
Fresh beat on to smash
If we compete on beats
You getting beat on fast
You thief bars
I'll put a bar thief on blast
It'll be a wrap
Like putting the leaf on last
To put it blunt
You don't want no smoke with me
I'm ten tokes of the most potent weed
I'm dope you a dope
That's a joke to me
I'm the dopest
Ain't nobody dope as me
Look daddy-o
It's not wise to act dumb
Talking all that jazz
Til I spaz like Jack Blum
Claiming you the goat
I'm saying you not
You the toad
Trash on any day that you drop
You're wack and your flow needs help
You talk guns you bout as strapped
As a passenger with no seatbelt
Fronting hard like you hold heaters
You a cheater
And your freestyle lite
Like a glucose meter
I'm on the rise things looking up
I wouldn't push your luck
I'm a monster I got the game shooken up
Who want it
The answer is no one
I spit poisonous darts
Like a blow gun
If I was Japanese
I'd be a shogun
You dudes claiming you shoot
You just show guns
Stunting like the rest do
Same ole scenario
Til I put you on blast
Like a stereo
I'm in flip mode
Material imperial
Kill you and do a show
Live at your burial
It ain't no mystery that
I'm trying to win
And I feel like
I'm on my victory lap
And I'm trying to make history facts
You heard it from the big dog
Pitbull I'm sick of these cats
I'm a always keep it a buck
I must mention
You ninety-eight short
Always putting your two cents in
Pay attention I got a request
Stop saying you got heart
In your weak chest
Catch a slice for talking that bs
Grab a knife and then get to cutting
Like pf
I mean shutting your mouth would be best
In other words
You should listen more and speak less
I dead beats
Then send them in a email after
This is forty bars
And I don't mean the female rapper



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Writer(s): Brian George Foster
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