The notorious old school, ain't nothiing better than a classic, trap beats the thing now, but dont go try and drag it
This shit fading away like kobe shooting the basket , bring it back dont go and sleep on it like a matress
Ill rap the facts the fact that trap is whack and ill try my best to attack the crap
But the fact the rap is trapped in the dark like bats, makes me wanna grab the gat and shoot my cap
Shits whack mother fuckers ain't spitting the heat, shit crusty ass fuck like the back of ur feet
Imagine this trend of rap ten good years from now, mumbling their words like a kids assembily speech
Might start popping ur teeth , the industry is falling of WTF is coming to
May detective look for answers making it a funny clue, talk about the the same thing half the shit no even true
And still getting the bread regardless like a dam hungry jew
Lll put a gun on you, cheesy rhymes and flow getting me tight
No real bars, make a hawk start loosing his sight , my style t'l make penquins go and start taking up flights
Spitting the unexpected like a nerd starting a fight
All blind turning the wroing direction, rhymes is whack and producing shit like their small intenstines
N***as loosing their bars like bad phone reception ,shit is breaking up no signal but their connection
HOOK X2
(Who shot rap, hot bars on the regular who got that
Shit these days, it ain't worth to play, yah all sound the same tell me who taught that)

The real shit was assassinated enough chit chat , think they all packing the goods ama have to strip that
Unscrewing the tools of the game to standing up right , ill spit punch lines but could finish with bitch smacks
Sit back homie i got the recepie stored in me , too high for yah to reach tho like the top of forest tree
More than then just making it top , their also maintnence, fire it up, be a angel but am not satan
I go my on road my own way am like a wizard, exept the road is not yellow, act like am sacred so
When i drop my confidence, the gang w'll bring up all 3, the lion, tin man, and the scarecrow
Never flop stay on my grind so put a sock in it, always got new puches better go start jotting it
Going fast, am a bullet with the silencer, check my hat its all black, am mad am a cop tripping........
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Obeying the law w,d make a n***a stop slipping, all leaning towards the bad, stand up right you'll stop dripping
So if real rap and trap fight ama have to start hitting , am not kidding, i could win but if he ain't dead am not finish
Take his body throw it in the water wit all the fishes , but u ain't suffering enough so ama have to start switching
Their ain't no limits
Both dead , bring real rap back with resusitation , all who agree with me, just takes a little patience
All this fake shit derserve to die in the name of jesus, 12 followers is enough to start the justification