Canibus, Crooked I, Flawless the MC, Nino Graye - Wreck Room lyrics

Look, how many beats I gotta
Put in the casket
Before you understand instrumentals get
Their ass kicked?
I'm that sick, I'm a backwards cased basket
I'm a basket case, nigga, irate bastard
And I'm strapped, bitch
A ball hog in the hood
So don't talk to me about
That ghetto pass shit
This nigga's past it, my clique is massive
And fuck spitting acid if
I haven't written classics
Steady repping the West
While Cali rappers say that's played out
You niggas' spaced out
Type of niggas we leave laid out
Throwing up a dub stomping your face out
That's for the life that you ain't 'bout
You niggas' marks like Zuckerberg and Sanchez
Listenin' to every fuckin' word
That a fan says i think you boys' soft
I think a real fan wanna hear
That real shit, if not, turn my voice off
It's Crooked
You are now consumed by the dark side
So welcome to the belly of the beast
All my niggas eat MC's up for lunchtime
And we'll never be ready for the peace
This is for all y'all bitch-ass snitch niggas
That front and always tellin' the police
Ain't no place in this world
You can run or hide
To escape the belly of the beast

Call me Spartacus, In this art
I'm just a martyr, plus
I hit hard as a car crash with a charter bus
Y'all just anonymous
Don't even try to start a fuss
Because I'm large enough to step down
Crushing you all to dust
Flaw's the illest and I put
That on my daughters cause i'm hungry
Like the effect I get that marijuana does
In this game, you'll be
So even with Stan Lee fighting Marvin Hagler
You couldn't marvel us
I'm flipping off everyone who scoffed
At my shit and tock
Cause, I'm a time bomb with a ticking clock
And the shit just stopped
So if I'm pissed or I'm blowing
Up like a blister pop
It's just Hip Hop is infested
With posers like picture app
So you can go on and kick up rocks
I'll bet it all
You couldn't set it off with
Fireworks hooked to Vivica Fox
See when I hitch I'll split your knot
Cause, I'm fucked up and cold like I eat
Dippin' Dots topped with a liquor shot
You are now consumed by the dark side
So welcome to the belly of the beast
All my niggas eat MC's up for lunchtime
And we'll never be ready for the peace
This is for all y'all bitch-ass snitch niggas
That front and always tellin' the police
Ain't no place in this world
You can run or hide
To escape the belly of the beast

Spit my flows like I'm walkin'
Around with the Alzheimers
I ain't worried 'bout
These small-time rhymers, who?
No imagery and no substance, gimmicky
Young and seein' victories like
Witnessing Christopher Reeves runnin'
They'll never take number one
These suckers silicone titties
They just look good fakin' and frontin'
They ain't been strugglin', hustlin'
Pockets with nearly nothin' in 'em
Fuckin' sick and tired
Prayin' somethin' was gonna finally give in
Spit 'caine, every 16, raw is on display
They'll stick veins, pick up a CD
Put it on and hit play
I'm a think tank, you know what this means
Stay out my 'kin way
We shot callin', blockin' your entry
Nickname Dikembe
'Bout that time, we drawin' the fuckin' line
Bullshit stops here and y'all
On the other side
Nino Graye one of the elite
Almighty brotherhood
Midwest royalty, just so we all understood

You are now consumed by the dark side
So welcome to the belly of the beast
All my niggas eat MC's up for lunchtime
And we'll never be ready for the peace
This is for all y'all bitch-ass snitch niggas
That front and always tellin' the police
Ain't no place in this world
You can run or hide
To escape the belly of the beast

Zuckerberg, I heard you're a sucker for words
Plus you're a perv, the facts just emerged
Sensitive data denial
Get shot on YouTube or go viral
So how did they find you?
Concussion after confession, gold fever
Old school westerns
In any group I'm the loneliest member
Thoroughbred stallion
Jamaican mountain music they named him
'til they cut his legs off and framed him
Step into that digital vortex
The scorned vet judged by generations
That ain't even born yet
Read faster than most talk
Write slower than the aardvark walks and
Squints with the card sharks
A room full of mad professors
Who study language forensics
Intradependent on phonetic directions
Quick draw, aggressive
Really am I on the offensive?
I'm just a Marlboro man from Memphis
Surrounded by firewalls, strong defenses
On Mars with ice cubes
And Natasha Henstridge, canibus

You are now consumed by the dark side
So welcome to the belly of the beast
All my niggas eat MC's up for lunchtime
And we'll never be ready for the peace
This is for all y'all bitch-ass snitch niggas
That front and always tellin' the police
Ain't no place in this world
You can run or hide
To escape the belly of the beast