Ok Cool
Yo! I'm a checkpoint past underrated
But better than most of these rappers that's made it, it's evident
Evidently I'm amazing and those who think different are on medication
A patient of Mike Tyson
Patiently waiting for Jason to slay his other ear
Or you're faded, period
I'm in the making, I'm racing
I'm passing your ranking, I'm pacing and placing, period
At the tippy top
Spittin', that's drippy drop on this hippy hop
Better get a better understanding of a legend
When I spit it I'm Mississippi hot
I'm scortchin' nigga
Write with a pen that'll kill yo kin, that's abortion nigga
I'm here for the win
So I don't fit in with your friends and your kin like an orphan nigga
I'm morphin' nigga
Y'all boring and forcing my hand in this game and I'm scorin' nigga
Put G5 wings on a sweet 16
That goes over your head and I'm soarin' nigga
Agh!
I'm roaring, nigga I'm morphing, rippin' out organs
These rappers sweet like cookies
Open you up, break you in half
Now I'm handing out fortune's nigga (agh)
Touching it
Man nobody ain't fucking with it
I promise I'm running it
Man who touching or fucking with it
(Ok cool)
I'm crushing it
And I promise you won't forget it
You rappers is bluffing, no touching
Nobody fucking with it
(Ok cool)
(Ok cool)
(Ok cool)
Can y'all be original?
All you new rappers are sounding so typical
No creativity, mimicking sounds and every syllable
Damn, I'm annoyed with this industry
Everybody the same, but we take the blame
'Cause we still jam all the new shit
Which is really old shit with a new name (agh)
Shutting up rappers
Packing 'em back in the back of the hip-hop time capsule
'Cause the flow crack, I'm attacking the masses
Two guns attached to my rhyming vernacular (bang bang)
I cock back and reload it real slow
I'm giving you rappers time to talk back
I suggest you come hard
You and ya squad, squad up and strap up and knock back
And don't bring a knife to a gunfight
Or I'll stand tall, chest out, aim the red light
Shoot ya hand off ya wrist, pick it up, put it to ya neck
Slit your throat with your own hand, own knife
That's a metaphor of the industry
'Cause it's cutthroat, and to survive you got one mic
One life, one chance, one voice, one pass, one fail
It all started with one knife
Crime scene, caution tape, and chalk outlining all of these bodies
They be like, do you know who shot these niggas?
Nope! Man who you think got these niggas?
I don't know
Maybe a drive by from a guy with a MAC-11 done grilled these niggas
However the truth is
Lyrically, I done killed these niggas (mmm)
Touching it
Man nobody ain't fucking with it
I promise I'm running it
Man who touching or fucking with it
(Ok cool)
I'm crushing it
And I promise you won't forget it
You rappers is bluffing, no touching
Nobody fucking with it
(Ok cool)
(Ok cool)
(Ok cool)
Damn, I'm hyped up now
Tryna run the game like a ref, better stripe me down
Better wipe me down
'Cause I'm feeling like the best, I ain't lyin' (agh)
And I get pissed off when they put me in a box
'Cause they tell me I'm the hottest female rapper spitting off top
When I spit it like Pac and beat the track like bop-bop-bop (agh)
But shoutout to the femcees
I'm Da Brat and I'm aiming for yo Left Eye (bang)
'Cause like Nicki Minaj, I got that ass-ass-in to kill the game
'Cause Honey, the flow is dope that's Cocaine
I'm charging you femcees, Rasheeda of yo ranks
I'm the Queen of this shit, Latifin' this shit
And I'm 'bout to set it off and head straight to the bank (ugh)
Going in head first, blindfold, 'cause I can't see no MC's Lyte
'Cause I'm like a felon
I misdemeanor you Missy's
Now I'm stripping your rise like Eve and Adam
And all the Haze, just got a nigga feeling Angel high
And the demeanor got me feeling like Trina
'Cause I'm 'bout to wet these niggas 'cause the rap game dry (ah)
I make 'em get back
I split 'em all like Kit-Kat's
While I'm throwing these rappers shit back
Like paddy wacks and nick nacks
Let me tell these niggas to sit back
And watch me murder the game and have all of these rappers faded
And making 'em think they at a kickback nigga
Touching it
Man nobody ain't fucking with it
I promise I'm running it
Man who touching or fucking with it
(Ok cool)
I'm crushing it
And I promise you won't forget it
You rappers is bluffing, no touching
Nobody fucking with it
(Ok cool)
But better than most of these rappers that's made it, it's evident
Evidently I'm amazing and those who think different are on medication
A patient of Mike Tyson
Patiently waiting for Jason to slay his other ear
Or you're faded, period
I'm in the making, I'm racing
I'm passing your ranking, I'm pacing and placing, period
At the tippy top
Spittin', that's drippy drop on this hippy hop
Better get a better understanding of a legend
When I spit it I'm Mississippi hot
I'm scortchin' nigga
Write with a pen that'll kill yo kin, that's abortion nigga
I'm here for the win
So I don't fit in with your friends and your kin like an orphan nigga
I'm morphin' nigga
Y'all boring and forcing my hand in this game and I'm scorin' nigga
Put G5 wings on a sweet 16
That goes over your head and I'm soarin' nigga
Agh!
I'm roaring, nigga I'm morphing, rippin' out organs
These rappers sweet like cookies
Open you up, break you in half
Now I'm handing out fortune's nigga (agh)
Touching it
Man nobody ain't fucking with it
I promise I'm running it
Man who touching or fucking with it
(Ok cool)
I'm crushing it
And I promise you won't forget it
You rappers is bluffing, no touching
Nobody fucking with it
(Ok cool)
(Ok cool)
(Ok cool)
Can y'all be original?
All you new rappers are sounding so typical
No creativity, mimicking sounds and every syllable
Damn, I'm annoyed with this industry
Everybody the same, but we take the blame
'Cause we still jam all the new shit
Which is really old shit with a new name (agh)
Shutting up rappers
Packing 'em back in the back of the hip-hop time capsule
'Cause the flow crack, I'm attacking the masses
Two guns attached to my rhyming vernacular (bang bang)
I cock back and reload it real slow
I'm giving you rappers time to talk back
I suggest you come hard
You and ya squad, squad up and strap up and knock back
And don't bring a knife to a gunfight
Or I'll stand tall, chest out, aim the red light
Shoot ya hand off ya wrist, pick it up, put it to ya neck
Slit your throat with your own hand, own knife
That's a metaphor of the industry
'Cause it's cutthroat, and to survive you got one mic
One life, one chance, one voice, one pass, one fail
It all started with one knife
Crime scene, caution tape, and chalk outlining all of these bodies
They be like, do you know who shot these niggas?
Nope! Man who you think got these niggas?
I don't know
Maybe a drive by from a guy with a MAC-11 done grilled these niggas
However the truth is
Lyrically, I done killed these niggas (mmm)
Touching it
Man nobody ain't fucking with it
I promise I'm running it
Man who touching or fucking with it
(Ok cool)
I'm crushing it
And I promise you won't forget it
You rappers is bluffing, no touching
Nobody fucking with it
(Ok cool)
(Ok cool)
(Ok cool)
Damn, I'm hyped up now
Tryna run the game like a ref, better stripe me down
Better wipe me down
'Cause I'm feeling like the best, I ain't lyin' (agh)
And I get pissed off when they put me in a box
'Cause they tell me I'm the hottest female rapper spitting off top
When I spit it like Pac and beat the track like bop-bop-bop (agh)
But shoutout to the femcees
I'm Da Brat and I'm aiming for yo Left Eye (bang)
'Cause like Nicki Minaj, I got that ass-ass-in to kill the game
'Cause Honey, the flow is dope that's Cocaine
I'm charging you femcees, Rasheeda of yo ranks
I'm the Queen of this shit, Latifin' this shit
And I'm 'bout to set it off and head straight to the bank (ugh)
Going in head first, blindfold, 'cause I can't see no MC's Lyte
'Cause I'm like a felon
I misdemeanor you Missy's
Now I'm stripping your rise like Eve and Adam
And all the Haze, just got a nigga feeling Angel high
And the demeanor got me feeling like Trina
'Cause I'm 'bout to wet these niggas 'cause the rap game dry (ah)
I make 'em get back
I split 'em all like Kit-Kat's
While I'm throwing these rappers shit back
Like paddy wacks and nick nacks
Let me tell these niggas to sit back
And watch me murder the game and have all of these rappers faded
And making 'em think they at a kickback nigga
Touching it
Man nobody ain't fucking with it
I promise I'm running it
Man who touching or fucking with it
(Ok cool)
I'm crushing it
And I promise you won't forget it
You rappers is bluffing, no touching
Nobody fucking with it
(Ok cool)
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