Tha Grindr

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Cats drier on mics try to slap me and that's my ire
It gets dire when my raps is like crack but higher
I bite like Dracs in they backs if they raps is tired
So listen closely, they whack but this chap's inspired
Caught you in my net, tore ya flesh in barbed wire
I won't retire, I'm on the block with ever fresh attire
Another EMC joint so you guessin' it's fire
I get inspired, grip the mic like a wrench or some pliers
I never slip on a drip but yeah I can perspire
From time to time it burns nicely, I'm stokin' it higher
I'll poke your tires, leave you flatter than flat, you liars
Product packaged as a tack just to attract some buyers
I cook it hard when amped, it's a fact you whiners
You lookin' for truth, all the while you been strapped with blinders
Been tellin' peeps Bacdafucup, and that's a reminder
I pop herb in my grinder if that shit is kinder
It helps me slow down
Then pop like a chopper to mow down lame rappers,
And it might go down in yo town
Spit over soul cuts, I'll even sample Motown
Trample clowns on the mic, you know I'm so down
I got an hour now to spit the shit I writ yesterday
Got the power now, won't quit 'til my chest hair gray
So don't guess fair play, I am filthy in the best way
I passed a test, John Jay, had connections to play
I didn't go academic tho, them cats kinda headaches
I never sweat it the desert, just sit back and let it
My life evolved to a point, now I can't forget it
I used to edit them databases but now I get it
Cats drier on mics try to slap me, that's my ire
It gets dire when my raps is like crack but higher
I bite like drac on they backs cuz they raps is tired
Listen closely, they whack, this chap's inspired
I gotta net it, killer lines, bald head or dreaded
It's from the skull so no you can't negate the unleaded
I kick it diesel. But with a ugly sweater,
it's too hot in kitchens for enemies that's uncheddared
I'm unfettered, the chains I rock, it's just for pleasure
Stand on a soapbox to knock frauds who lack pop
If you wonder what I do for fun, I study Big Pun
Outlastin rappers, I'm a big one, your gig's done
Trigonometry honors, so they been on to me
Ggot microphone dreams, routine-ing quite honestly
Appearing new material over bowls of cold cereal
Hold yer life with no fear, grab the steering wheel
And do the whole continent, cuz there ain't no stoppin' it
I rock from block to block, gettin' treasure troves of compliments
Cuz I'm competent, I'm adequate when stompin' it
I beat a mic bad, down, chew it up and vomit it
Cats drier on mics try to slap me and that's my ire
It gets dire when my raps is like crack but higher
Cats drier on mics try to slap me and that's my ire
It gets dire

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