Kato
Letter (No Sucka MC’s 5)
[ZublimE: Intro]
Uh, uh, uh
Look
It's ZublimE on the beat
This be like a letter to the year 2017
So
Dear 2017

[ZublimE: Verse]
I don't know where I'm going
But that's no reason to stop
In a few weeks I'm dropping new heat
Click, clack, the piece is cocked
And the beast is released
I'm seizing my chance
I'll cease with the mysteriousness of keeping this secret
This season I'll drop
And please don't be so cocky, dawg
'Cause you're decent tops
And you preaching without descretion will lead to your flop
Most of y'all lazy, asleep on the job
Like museum guards
Spitting reefer bars into the mic
Then call it a piece of art
Now pay attention
'Cause I'm colder than the reaper's heart
Feed you tar for breakfast
Then watch you shit bricks when streets go hard
Be a meanie? Shit, eat a BB or a 338
GTA-treating haters, skin you
Then wear it like Jarren's weazel-beanie
I'm mostly self-produced
My heartbeat is a hard beat
And I'm hardly ever tardy on the beat
I'm not that artsy
And I'm still so underground that you can't find me
Like your car keys
But don't start me
I'm crazy like XXL appointing Carti
Shit, I don't see the point
Like boobies on a barbie
I can't read the noise
Like a tuner without no guitar, see
I don't kick it with rappers who're trying to step up
When I can see they got one foot in the grave
I stick with the matter I'm trying to build up
And I'm trying to get my foot in the game
Shout out Kato for giving me this opportunity
In a community without no unity
How the fuck they be accepting a true MC?
You see they don't
That's why I've been fighting all of my life
Trying to write without being abstracted
And I be ignoring the fact that the whacks get the likes
But fuck it, I'll spaz on the mic
And grab you by the throat and Adam's apple sliced
Batter you, clap on you, shatter your life
And while you have to fight
I'll Mick Jagger your wife
And dudes be talking shit like:
"ZublimE ain't gon' have no might"
But these parasites be depending on a pair of dice
Let's bring the flow back
Like Tech signing Prozak
Never gonna be on a better beat, inevitably
Ain't a quitter, be bout the blowback
'Shit a pedigree
Y'all twitter-tweet like I'm bitter
Please don't tell me you don't know that
Get the grit to beef, see who beats who
See you'll get your bones cracked
I'm on my own in this ocean
And I can't row this boat back
But screw that
My boat's containing an animal like Noah's
I'm no match for hoe-bags
Go-go-gadget and toe-tag 'em
I keep it old-fashioned with cold classics like "No Half Stepping"
Now don't judge this book by it's cover
But you probably never read, right?
You speak like you've never seen the light
So you'd probably be blinded and rewind it
If I enlightened you, reminded you
How time is moving fast
And how you spend no time in your rhyming booth
In a battle you're a ramen noodle
Cooked after a minute
I'll treat you like Somali coo-coos
Hooked after a Plymouth
'Cause you never put no effort into lyrics
Just some echo and some "Skrrt"
And you be reppin' little gimmicks
Let's go get it poppin'
This flow gets so irresponsible
My friends know there's no stoppin'
When I'm this close to go rock 'em
Get your benzos
When I'm droppin' this dope shit
So Esco mobbin'
Mental pencil, devil's jockin'
Denzel when souls test my tolerance
Let know that your temple's exposed
Aim for brain blown
With a slow Tech flow
Stencil shit like Kendall's siblings
Fake hoes get so damn much followin'
Labels, cages, y'all rottin' in
No ready for the attack
K-K-K.O. on the spot and
K-K-Kato on the track, bitch
[Outro]
Sincerely ZublimE