Tha Grindr

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