Decapitations (Outro)
Comin' in with force, I decapitate rappers
I'm a time bomb, piss me off, bad shit happens
Performing, until I run outta air, I'm strangling
Myself, you know I never had no wealth
But I got, determination of a grey hound
Not one of you crackas can produce a good sound
Or even a plausible one, the shit that you make
Is wack, like Tierra, Imma stay away
From the fakeness, and the glamorous images
They don't mean shit, like failing bridges
Pretty bitches in real life looking like witches
Those who say they quit, most likely crying for syringes
Behind the back, of those who they love
Crackas be battling for an ounce of lust
The Bible who many say they respect is useless
In a society where the majority is clueless
Decapitatin' any crackas masquerading
Abilities similar to Biggie's and Shady's
Put respect on legend's names, I'm waiting
For the old school style to be appreciated
Decapitatin' any crackas masquerading
Abilities similar to Biggie's and Shady's
Put respect on legend's names, I'm waiting
For the old school style to be appreciated
People careless, everyday broken promises
Man I swear for some pussy crackas would travel provinces
My momma says honesty is of importance
Nowadays, I feel like everyone's an informant
I'm blowing up the track, exactly like Curry
Climb the podium, to the finish line I hurry
But also I gotta carry all my fuckin' bros
My word plays and rhyme schemes make ya say "whoa"
I need, more cigs, more green more drinks
To make the animal come out, hit you like Spinks
'Till you fear me forever, mind stuck in a cellar
My life been a movie lately, Interstellar
Cocky ass hoes remind me of Bella
Thorns of the roses prickling at my skin
Imma open up and show you the pain from within
Just give me a bottle and a half of gin
Decapitatin' any crackas masquerading
Abilities similar to Biggie's and Shady's
Put respect on legend's names, I'm waiting
For the old school style to be appreciated
Decapitatin' any crackas masquerading
Abilities similar to Biggie's and Shady's
Put respect on legend's names, I'm waiting
For the old school style to be appreciated
I'm a time bomb, piss me off, bad shit happens
Performing, until I run outta air, I'm strangling
Myself, you know I never had no wealth
But I got, determination of a grey hound
Not one of you crackas can produce a good sound
Or even a plausible one, the shit that you make
Is wack, like Tierra, Imma stay away
From the fakeness, and the glamorous images
They don't mean shit, like failing bridges
Pretty bitches in real life looking like witches
Those who say they quit, most likely crying for syringes
Behind the back, of those who they love
Crackas be battling for an ounce of lust
The Bible who many say they respect is useless
In a society where the majority is clueless
Decapitatin' any crackas masquerading
Abilities similar to Biggie's and Shady's
Put respect on legend's names, I'm waiting
For the old school style to be appreciated
Decapitatin' any crackas masquerading
Abilities similar to Biggie's and Shady's
Put respect on legend's names, I'm waiting
For the old school style to be appreciated
People careless, everyday broken promises
Man I swear for some pussy crackas would travel provinces
My momma says honesty is of importance
Nowadays, I feel like everyone's an informant
I'm blowing up the track, exactly like Curry
Climb the podium, to the finish line I hurry
But also I gotta carry all my fuckin' bros
My word plays and rhyme schemes make ya say "whoa"
I need, more cigs, more green more drinks
To make the animal come out, hit you like Spinks
'Till you fear me forever, mind stuck in a cellar
My life been a movie lately, Interstellar
Cocky ass hoes remind me of Bella
Thorns of the roses prickling at my skin
Imma open up and show you the pain from within
Just give me a bottle and a half of gin
Decapitatin' any crackas masquerading
Abilities similar to Biggie's and Shady's
Put respect on legend's names, I'm waiting
For the old school style to be appreciated
Decapitatin' any crackas masquerading
Abilities similar to Biggie's and Shady's
Put respect on legend's names, I'm waiting
For the old school style to be appreciated
Credits
Writer(s): Paul Birzu
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