A Whole Lot

Hundred lightbulbs in here it's lit
One two lyricist I spit
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Hundred

Hundred lightbulbs in here it's lit
One two lyricist I spit
Shit sick
Now let it just sit
Who really want it with this
Ya'll talk guns
Guns that don't bust
Ya'll talk cash
Cash ya don't got
Ya'll talk a whole lot
A whole lot of what not
Ya'll ain't Hip-Hop
Ya'll pop
Drop

Every rap has it's
Hatchets and gadgets
I use in wrecking havoc
You know the adage
As I savage I ravage
I manage to damage
More than the beat though ya' ego
Gone need a bandage I promise
And no I'm not a Nostradamus
Word to the mother fucking clench that I got
On the mother fucking microphone that I rock
The way I bend a syllable is mind boggling
Always got myself in a tight spot
In between the mic and the soundproof
Looking like one big galoot
Six two hands hanging down to my knees
Similar to what my dick do
Who the fucks this Mick dude
Here on a mission
Delivering quick
In and
Out like old saint Nick
Take no shit leave no shit
I just like fucking up yo shit
No I don't know shit
No I don't gain weight
When I eat up all yo chocolate chips
Names on my hit-list don't exist
Came in the game with a novice skill-set
Now me I just can't resist
Rubbing it in like massages
Long road ahead still I persist
Going against all my common sense
Wondering how I'm gonna pay my rent
When the rest of my bills are on the fence
Plus my investment in this
Assessing my thoughts
Never my finances never my thought
No one to blame if I fall it's my fault
How many ways have I told you lets try this one
Like Michael Angelo bitch how I major in art
Once I get a handle on beat
You can't hold a candle to me
It's my favorite part
I am so cold
Heart is so cold
I warm it up every time I record
I walk around like the walking dead I'm
Patient I grind
Taking my time as I wait on my time
Stuck on rock bottom still making a name
Walk in the booth one take it
And walk out of it feeling alive
Never forsaken the name

Hundred lightbulbs in here it's lit
One two lyricist I spit
Shit sick
Now let it just sit
Who really want it with this
Ya'll talk guns
Guns that don't bust
Ya'll talk cash
Cash ya don't got
Ya'll talk a whole lot
A whole lot of what not
Ya'll ain't Hip-Hop
Ya'll pop
Drop

Every rap is coated in gasoline know this notice
My spit flick like a bic so you know
Mick is about to blow this
I'm dynamite if I don't find a mic I might implode it's
Crucial to my health and atrocious for my opponent's
Low and behold my
Explosive flows fly
High in the sky
It's lit
I'm going off like
The fourth of July
Tell em' it's permanent tournament time
I'll burn em' in an inferno of rhymes
See I heat up like a furnace at times
I get keyed up my thermometer climbs
Got you feeling a way when I murder a rhyme
I get away like O.J from the crime
On another thought I thought of a better line
Thought of it never occurred in my mind
I get away like O.J in his prime
Never settled I'm a mental case
Pedal to metal I set the pace
Hit the snare and I run the base
And you'll overdose off a little taste
Comic-con to yo common place
The autobahn to yo interstate
Motormouth I gotta calibrate
I never have the time to celebrate
My
Goals I've achieved
Focused on those I still haven't reached
Flow never cease
You say a beat I say bon appetite
Bonafide renegade I'm on a streak
Eating pussy what kind of man am I
Only time I ever fell to a knee
Son of a bitch I'm a different guy
No fucking with it no don't even try
Instead of sending yourself to ya' grave
Fuck it why not center yourself
And if it helps
Say it with me
Ahh woo-sah
Mamma say mamma sah
Mamma ma cu-sah

Hundred lightbulbs in here it's lit
One two lyricist I spit
Shit sick
Now let it just sit
Who really want it with this
Ya'll talk guns
Guns that don't bust
Ya'll talk cash
Cash ya don't got
Ya'll talk a whole lot
A whole lot of what not
Ya'll ain't Hip-Hop
Ya'll pop
Drop

I been doing this a whole lot of
Repetition I'm a robot
Expedition in a new world
Look at the top of the totem
My ambitions as a hot-shot
Flow what I got in an onslaught
And by the time that I get through with it
Spewing it at two in the morning true with it
You gonna roll over on the other shoulder
And wonder if time stopped
Now you can say what you say from a pine box
Now to thread another pot-shot
You are not a threat
You're a cock-block with a
Front door that does not lock get a
Rottweiler or a red nose pit a
Doberman that'll bite down to the
Right down to the bone go and get her
Don't leave yo home without a sitter
There'll be no time for this pitter
Patter back and forth this jibber
Jabber stabbing this fork in him and I'm force
Feeding him dinner
Consider it as an advancement
An E.P not even a fragment
The bigger picture in a fraction
A building brick needed for balance
I been teeter-tottering talents
Fucking hands all callus
Fearless never careless
If I dare list this
With awareness of the spareness
I prepared this disc
With a nutritionist twist
Half of the L.P's I see ain't even half as efficient as this
What kind of competition is this
I'm putting your position at risk
Can't even spit it on spot
Can you bitch
Got a hundred lights on and they all
Flicker in the hall
Issues that I left unresolved
Tissues for your problems and all
Miscues that I might've let evolve
Into I don't even know what to call it
This is where I'm falling off it
Yes that's why I'm a rap-a-holic

Hundred lightbulbs in here it's lit
One two lyricist I spit
Shit sick
Now let it just sit
Who really want it with this
Ya'll talk guns
Guns that don't bust
Ya'll talk cash
Cash ya don't got
Ya'll talk a whole lot
A whole lot of what not
Ya'll ain't Hip-Hop
Ya'll pop
Drop