Threat

EDK
Yeah

Jersey all grit, boy
We got no gloss
Off Topic on the mic, boy
I am that boss
You got kids in your house
That are from my balls
You come looking in my town
And you will get lost (bitch)

Punch you in the mouth so hard
You shit teeth
If my name do you speak
Or beef you do seek
I'm a legendary emcee, 2003
Punks trying to use my name
Learn your history

I'm untouchable
So fuck you, tattoos
Trying to hide the bitch
But I see right through
Which version of the truth
Do your lies stick to?
My verse is my bond
And my words are glue
Did I stutter, son?
I-I-I-I'll kick your ass
I sna-a-a-apped
Slapped you into the past
My capacity for empathy
Evaporated recently
That's not too Christian of me
So pray accordingly

EDK sensei's do beats
On Topic's SP
Then we perform surgery
Autopsy
Brains out and all
And smuggle mixtapes underground
In your skull
Yes y'all
Best install firewalls
I'm wired
Stay your ass home
And don't try this
Safety first
Nothing worse than a siren
I was taught stay low and keep firing

I could give a fuck less than two fucks
The threat is real
(Yeah motherfucker)
(Shut the fuck up)
I could give a fuck less than two fucks
The threat is real
(Yeah motherfucker)
(Shut the fuck up)
I could give a fuck less than two fucks
The threat is real
(Yeah motherfucker)
(Shut the fuck up)
I could give a fuck less than two fucks
The threat is real
(Yeah motherfucker)
(Shut the fuck up)

Leave your whole crew more tipsy than J-Kwon
And your eyes more purple than tapes from Raekwon
Only me and Omar can call ourselves Don
And any time you want to trade rhymes, it's on
Used to think the suicide notes were therapeutic
But they're really rough drafts
That's why I do it
Empty my shrapnel heart
Fill it with new things
The cross that's attached to my back
Becomes two wings

I'm flying higher
Than you could aspire to
Coming out of left field
Clear out of the blue
Off Topic to the rescue
Or maybe I'm the enemy
It's a new day either way
So please step to me

Woke up in the future
Hated everything I saw
What became of hip-hop?
Who the fuck are y'all?
Put some effort in your craft
Take a lesson on the math
All that flexing makes me laugh
Are you dumb, or just dull?

Yes y'all
I'm the Omega
I said it
Crime scene at the bodega
Send two medics
Eyes blood green
This is my Old Testament
You been ghost-written, boy
You need an exorcist

You might rap
But you'll never be a lyricist
You got a gap in your emcee experience
I end that bullshit like a period
I stack gold bars up
Like a pyramid

I could give a fuck less than two fucks
The threat is real
(Yeah motherfucker)
(Shut the fuck up)
I could give a fuck less than two fucks
The threat is real
(Yeah motherfucker)
(Shut the fuck up)
I could give a fuck less than two fucks
The threat is real
(Yeah motherfucker)
(Shut the fuck up)
I could give a fuck less than two fucks
The threat is real
(Yeah motherfucker)
(Shut the fuck up)

It's Rhymenetwork
(Yeah motherfucker)
(Shut the fuck up)
(Yeah motherfucker)
(Shut the fuck up)



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Writer(s): James Hampton Moore
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