[Chorus]
My coffee tastes like crap, but, yo, it's okay
'Cause the racks I be cuttin' up is the cocaine
And I spray tight raps and rock a shows stage
So, homie, lay right back and watch me flow great
My coffee tastes like crap, but, yo, it's so great
'Cause I be makin' dope tunes while you're so baked
Catch me makin' those moves while you go hate
Rappers wanna get on a track, I tell 'em no way

[Verse 1]
You couldn't mess with this MC
Because my clique is the best and we rip them beats
So catch me spit a fresh free on some cigarette steeze
When I incinerate the living dead and litter their debris, I couldn't
Give a shit about the east or the west coast
'Cause I be chillin' in my street with the best flows
These wannabes see me and their head blows
'Cause I'm still a teen, but I ain't drinkin' lean and techno
Imagery is dead, yo, all these cats are blind drunk
Lookin' for a nice buzz or temporary high, fuck
Sentiment is tied up, it's all instant pleasure
Me, now, everything, the system gets no better
Fuck that shit, you're a rugrat, kid
On some instant gratification and dumb wack shit
While I kick the fattest of flavours and come back quick
I want your kicks, bangles and blazers, so run that shit
If your hearts in your wallet then I'll hock it for a fiver
A star, 'cause you're droppin' proper dollars on designer
Ya liar, your wack threads lack moral fibre
Comin' up so quick, I catch the bends like a diver
I keep it live, son, no CDJ's
You wanna peep my tape? You better see me play
I speak frees for days while they stumble and cry
I leave 'em hung up and dry, forever wonderin' why
[Chorus]
My coffee tastes like crap, but, yo, it's okay
'Cause the racks I be cuttin' up is the cocaine
And I spray tight raps and rock a shows stage
So, homie, lay right back and watch me flow great
My coffee tastes like crap, but, yo, it's so great
'Cause I be makin' dope tunes while you're so baked
Catch me makin' those moves while you go hate
Rappers wanna get on a track, I tell 'em no way

[Verse 2]
I'm smokin' mics while you're tokin' a pipe
Ya low life, got you frozen in ice while I'm openly nice
Your lines are coated in vice while I be dope as ya like
Flowin' a tide over the vocal device
It's the mechanical mouth always yabbin' it loud
Yellin' what rap is about in tyrannical shouts
Like stop stackin' the pounds, start attractin' a crowd
You are not packin' the pounds. you're a FAB with a mouth
'Cause you can't do what I do, it's a fact
Spit a little rap, got ya zippin' ya bags
Your shit is the wack, a victim of belligerent trash
I'm infinitely spittin' writtens, so they're killin' in packs, so
Put down the rhyme pad, and grab an axe
The only way to slash my fat is with a stab to the back
Ravagin' cats with a savage attack
Carry a wax till I damage my back, check it, it's that
Rhyme conducting, mind fucking mic buster
With the slightest touch i'm annihilating a violent muster
And I'm risin' up with ya violent side while your eyes encumbered
Rival riders couldn't [?] my Harley, divisive structure
Fuck ya, it's the thought fiend droppin' morphine
Raw schemes, makin' sore teams wanna torch me
You sport that corny deplorable dork steeze
My team all sweet, hittin' scriptures at the warp speed
[Chorus]
My coffee tastes like crap, but, yo, it's okay
'Cause the racks I be cuttin' up is the cocaine
And I spray tight raps and rock a shows stage
So, homie, lay right back and watch me flow great
My coffee tastes like crap, but, yo, it's so great
'Cause I be makin' dope tunes while you're so baked
Catch me makin' those moves while you go hate
Rappers wanna get on a track, I tell 'em no way

[Scratches]
"Oh no"
"Ready, set, and begin"
"[?]"
"Oh no"
"Ready, set, and begin"
"You bite, I'll take your life, best believe that's word"