Hush Haters
Inspectah taking this shit home
Mess with me I'll let it click like a dislocated bone
Knock knock use your head well I guess nobody's home
Treat it like a coke bottle cause I came to pop your dome
You can't trick (kendrick) me like bitch sit down
Like a dog with the door open bitch I run this town
I am the new wave you either on or you get drown
Keep thinking we gon box I'll let off a couple rounds
They say girl you gotta chill
Then hate when I spit and start giving rappers chills
I eat these rappers up and i pay the fucking bill
Street fighter my shit perfect
'Cause I got the fucking skills
Don't get caught up in your feelings
Spit it cause I'm the realest
Illest but fuck your feelings
I'm ringing it to the ceiling
Get picked up get it?
My wordplay impeccable
Talent is not measurable
Packing a Lotta smoke for y'all
Chilling and getting comfortable
Fuck is you talking
You a dead man walking I put you back in your coffin
Not playing with y'all I paint the room red if I gotta
Then have rappers turning red like yall names was hinata
Don't play
Tryna beef with me and get cooked
Once I let it blast I break bones like Deku
Who's that fool?
The spitter that be drowning these rappers
Clapping 'em the only way that I'll applause for these rappers
I ain't your best friend, y'all could get stretched fam
He couldn't love me showed him claws now he my ex man (x-man)
If this a test then fuck you for even trying me
I should be dressed in black one minute of silence please
'Cause I just caught me a body
I know he ain't got a shot so now he calling me shawty (shotty)
I traveled oceans for you and this is how you repay me
Imma take you out no date this is how you'll repay me
I ain't givin' out names I ain't passing out clout
On my highway to fame I might run over a mouse
Act like it never happened fuck is you talking bout
When fingers get to snapping fuck you talking about
I ain't seen shit I'm just minding my route
I am the lyricist gifted with spitting no doubt
Y'all set the bar so low to pick it I gotta crouch
I'll bring an audience to clap my name out your mouth
Inspectah G
Mess with me I'll let it click like a dislocated bone
Knock knock use your head well I guess nobody's home
Treat it like a coke bottle cause I came to pop your dome
You can't trick (kendrick) me like bitch sit down
Like a dog with the door open bitch I run this town
I am the new wave you either on or you get drown
Keep thinking we gon box I'll let off a couple rounds
They say girl you gotta chill
Then hate when I spit and start giving rappers chills
I eat these rappers up and i pay the fucking bill
Street fighter my shit perfect
'Cause I got the fucking skills
Don't get caught up in your feelings
Spit it cause I'm the realest
Illest but fuck your feelings
I'm ringing it to the ceiling
Get picked up get it?
My wordplay impeccable
Talent is not measurable
Packing a Lotta smoke for y'all
Chilling and getting comfortable
Fuck is you talking
You a dead man walking I put you back in your coffin
Not playing with y'all I paint the room red if I gotta
Then have rappers turning red like yall names was hinata
Don't play
Tryna beef with me and get cooked
Once I let it blast I break bones like Deku
Who's that fool?
The spitter that be drowning these rappers
Clapping 'em the only way that I'll applause for these rappers
I ain't your best friend, y'all could get stretched fam
He couldn't love me showed him claws now he my ex man (x-man)
If this a test then fuck you for even trying me
I should be dressed in black one minute of silence please
'Cause I just caught me a body
I know he ain't got a shot so now he calling me shawty (shotty)
I traveled oceans for you and this is how you repay me
Imma take you out no date this is how you'll repay me
I ain't givin' out names I ain't passing out clout
On my highway to fame I might run over a mouse
Act like it never happened fuck is you talking bout
When fingers get to snapping fuck you talking about
I ain't seen shit I'm just minding my route
I am the lyricist gifted with spitting no doubt
Y'all set the bar so low to pick it I gotta crouch
I'll bring an audience to clap my name out your mouth
Inspectah G
Credits
Writer(s): Miloni Chudasama
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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