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X-Y-Zedd
by Doctor Scott
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August 7th
Yo, X-Y-Zedd it's the end of the line
There be one to the God like there's ten to a dime
On your mind like a growth, Mo Speights
I rock the Richter when I script it like a brother quote quakes
Had to cop a new mic cuz my equipment was a fail-er
But that's not enough to stop Doc the Impaler
Back at it, morning time well before 8
Sitting here talking to myself like Norman Bates
Got hatred for the corporate rappers but of course
Y'all cry during intercourse (I'm just quoting my source)
Fuck a motto, they'll find your dead body by the grotto
Carton of smokes like Dino Bravo
You say that's the only time you put a fag in your mouth
I'm not here to dispute that, I'm here to get down
And if I ever give a fuck it'll be too soon
If you catch me in July ain't trying to hear you 'til June
In high school I banged my friend's mom Big Ass June
The names have been changed to protect an innocent dude
I told ya X-Y-Zedd it's the end of the line
Give me a mic I say give me ten that'll be fine
That's ten minutes and I will use every second
Well maybe not this time, a brother need some breakfast
'Told y'all it's the AM it ain't even 8
I'm a chair rocking out but it ain't the Motel Bates
Some of these rappers didn't grow up with Hip Hop they grew up with rap
And it shows, brothers listen to crap
They trying to make a pop song for some middle school girls
Brothers failing miserably while I'm dropping these pearls
No matter how hard you try you ain't gonna never
Be a radio rapper I mean ever
And that's a weird goal where I'm from back when I went to fucking school
They would think you were a Goddamn boob
Cuz it was more about the artform honor and pride
Yeah we learned it from the street bona fide
Y'all brothers learned it from the television
As did the brothers in your cypher which is why they can not tell you what you're missing
Yeah X-Y-Zedd it's the end of the line
And I don't even need to rhyme
Y'all brothers looking retarded like grandmothers on motorcycles
That's right
Bidding farewell to you Clown Shoe ass looking brothers out here
Know what I'm saying?
Motherfuckers walking around looking like Frankfurters
It's August 7th in this motherfucker
I'm out here in Paradise watching the sun rise
You know what I'm saying, you know what I mean?
You know what I'm talking about buddy?
Fuck outta here, I'mma go start my day
August 7th
Yo, X-Y-Zedd it's the end of the line
There be one to the God like there's ten to a dime
On your mind like a growth, Mo Speights
I rock the Richter when I script it like a brother quote quakes
Had to cop a new mic cuz my equipment was a fail-er
But that's not enough to stop Doc the Impaler
Back at it, morning time well before 8
Sitting here talking to myself like Norman Bates
Got hatred for the corporate rappers but of course
Y'all cry during intercourse (I'm just quoting my source)
Fuck a motto, they'll find your dead body by the grotto
Carton of smokes like Dino Bravo
You say that's the only time you put a fag in your mouth
I'm not here to dispute that, I'm here to get down
And if I ever give a fuck it'll be too soon
If you catch me in July ain't trying to hear you 'til June
In high school I banged my friend's mom Big Ass June
The names have been changed to protect an innocent dude
I told ya X-Y-Zedd it's the end of the line
Give me a mic I say give me ten that'll be fine
That's ten minutes and I will use every second
Well maybe not this time, a brother need some breakfast
'Told y'all it's the AM it ain't even 8
I'm a chair rocking out but it ain't the Motel Bates
Some of these rappers didn't grow up with Hip Hop they grew up with rap
And it shows, brothers listen to crap
They trying to make a pop song for some middle school girls
Brothers failing miserably while I'm dropping these pearls
No matter how hard you try you ain't gonna never
Be a radio rapper I mean ever
And that's a weird goal where I'm from back when I went to fucking school
They would think you were a Goddamn boob
Cuz it was more about the artform honor and pride
Yeah we learned it from the street bona fide
Y'all brothers learned it from the television
As did the brothers in your cypher which is why they can not tell you what you're missing
Yeah X-Y-Zedd it's the end of the line
And I don't even need to rhyme
Y'all brothers looking retarded like grandmothers on motorcycles
That's right
Bidding farewell to you Clown Shoe ass looking brothers out here
Know what I'm saying?
Motherfuckers walking around looking like Frankfurters
It's August 7th in this motherfucker
I'm out here in Paradise watching the sun rise
You know what I'm saying, you know what I mean?
You know what I'm talking about buddy?
Fuck outta here, I'mma go start my day
