That's All You Got? (feat. Surreal the MC & Couhustlehard)

Okay now I am eminently fly and unique
To my enemies,
Homie, I'm supplying the heat
Go find an MC
Who's even half entitled to be
Fire enough to claim that he could fire the beat
I'm incredibly callous when cooking these cowards
If you couldn't capture a punchline, I'm right hooking you cowards
It's occurring to me
That with all the words that I speak,
It's kind of apparent that I'm on a murdering spree
You cannot compare to the technique that I've cleverly constructed
Must've forgot who I am, your memory is busted
Don't mention me in public
Or you gon' find your head walking away is forever readjusted
Rappers try to move the crowd the way that I do
But end up looking like a bum out here begging for food
When you're getting off the mic, I'm like "that's all you got?"
I just had to let y'all know that I call the shots

Call the shots
That's all you got?
I'm on a murdering spree
Call the shots
That's all you got?
I'm on a murdering spree
That's all you got?

Try to do your best
Proceed and keep it moving
Grooving to the beat as we work, we sho' improving
Who doing what it takes?
Br-break bread using
Biscuits getting blasted, it's drastically producing
Proper propaganda while we manage what we handle
Dismantle microphones with megatons of broken channels
Gamble till we get ahead, this proper and the panel
Picking up the pieces, which unleash a secret scandal
Why we always talk in code?
Unload the latest lingo
Bring it all together as a group to form a single
Ironic in a way for sure, a blur, a jam, a jingle
Call it what you will, but we blessed to bring a bingo
Home, so now we roam around the town, always smiling
Not because we overjoyed, but boy we stop the violence
Silent if we need to be, but best to bang defiance
Dealing with disasters as we master self-reliance

Master self-reliance
That's all you got?
I'm on a murdering spree
Master self-reliance
That's all you got?
I'm on a murdering spree
That's all you got?

Yo, I will take you for all that you got
Then point my finger in the air like I'm calling my shot
Yo man, I've been there, done that
Is it for all or for not
Win or lose, we'll surely groove, cause we'll be balling this drop
I was birthed upon the earth to speak words for those who hurt
Can't stop, won't stop, when all you got to lose is dirt
Ain't nobody that I seen that truly spit it as free as me
From old school to new shit
And all I'm here to do's emcee, you see
Then turn your life to light from dark
Using my words to influence your mood
I guess I had you from the start
I'm a hustla and a poet
Slang words for those devoted
To the culture in this form, sick flips, are duly noted,
Go and quote it
I'm out here speaking the truth
I'm keeping it moving on the daily, whether the streets or the booth
One thing that I have found,
And this point may be moot,
But don't you ever be disrespecting when Tru's respect is due

And all I'm here to do's emcee
That's all you got?
I'm on a murdering spree
And all I'm here to do's emcee
That's all you got?
I'm on a murdering spree
That's all you got?

Call the shots
That's all you got?
I'm on a murdering spree
Call the shots
That's all you got?
I'm on a murdering spree
That's all you got?