Wrapped Up

Uh-huh
SK
This my shit right here man
But yo
Let me just tell y'all something real quick, before I start rapping
I'm getting sick of y'all rappers
Acting like y'all better than niggas
We came from the same cloth, dummy!
Fuck?

I'm not here for the lollygag
I send niggas' careers in body bags
You the type of sniper that got a gun that you gotta flash?
You ain't really a driller
Silly wannabe killers
Holding ill-will and feelings
That are spilled near my building
No forgiven tactics
You hold steel, or you still in practice?
You so real
No, you surreal
With a bunch of laughing
You hunchbacks should scrap for Notre Dame
Your raps are solely plain
I snap to hold your frame
You cats totally strained from the posse
I aim to the brains of these insane
Deranged rap Nazis
I'm black and proud to be
Your tracks whack and matched sloppy
Actual fact
Mastered this class of psychology
And the commodity, is uncommonly real
You actors comedyville
The factor's probably skills
Which you lack is total
Your written raps was never that vocal
I smitten kittens with the fact that my tracks focal
Was on the mobile, thinking how we'll get to global?
Still I wrote my loaded hopefuls
In my notes, I call them quotables
I'm doper than the dopest dude
I broke in two
Engrossed by my motive, by approaching you
Smoking crews as my only proof
Known to cruise through tommies
I bruise you promptly
Tell me
Who will stop me?
You got two or three bodies?
You use sentences with mentions and a few apostrophes
My apologies to these rappers
I assumed as hobbies, to rip through with ease
My mental leave you chipped through to bleed
You fictional idiots spitting them seeds
Sunflowers
I will kick you indeed
Bitching cowards, I dismiss you to leave
You really pitiful, I piss on your sleeve
These so-called criminals be critically
Talking on what the issue should be
You hypocriticals with mythical beef
Nigga
I'm more than lyrical
It's a spiritual deed
To cripple liberals more physically
Motherfucker

Gone