Greydon Square - 159 Bars lyrics

I'll son you like I just busted
A nut in your mom
Battle me? You have a better
Chance fucking a gong

You little chicken-ass nigga
You belong on the farm on a plate
With your tail smothered in barbecue sauce

Grand Unified it’s our war!
I carry a heavy artillery rifle that's
Longer than Andre the giant’s arm

Make you nervous like you in
Watts leaving your car alone
I have you running from the game
Like you was Karl Malone
I've been to war your dog
Tags ain't even real
All I have to do was pierce your
Heart and watch the kool-aid spill

Take a C plus class get with the program
I'll embarrass you like you showed up
To school with no pants

As a grown man with shit
Stains in your boxers
I'll chop you up faster
Than propellers from helicopters

You ain't ready for war
Why you looking to start one?
I beat you worse than Shredder did
Them turtles in part one

I'm part sun part moon and all-star
Like the 93 million miles tall with one
Ass cheek raw and Chuck Taylor’s
Yeah, you can go and sell your soul for
A buck if you ain't gettin' enough paper

Shit! We can battle for 10, 000 a pop
But the only time you MC is
When you're mouthing a cock

Don't even expect me to
Believe your ridiculous lies
You couldn't see me if you
Was god with ubiquitous eyes

I'm sick with the rhymes there's not even
A cure for what I have
No Prescription or medicated injections
For my ass

I'm sicker than a chick
That carries a 5-foot-dick
On her period I'm that
Serious about this shit

Any given moment I can focus
And build enough power
To launch myself in space at light-speed
And sustain it for hours

Aiming at you cowards Who
Just afraid to be yourself
With my sub-atomic disruptors from
The Denorios belt

What do you know about spittin'? Nigga
I'm deep with this shit
I'll keep ripping 'till linear time as
We know it ceases to exist
I'm a melody addict music was
Integrated into my deoxyribonucleic acid

If you can't hack it do me a
Favor and step the fuck off
Or I grab a semi-automatic and
Let the fuck off

A 100 bars you want a 100 bars you get
I'm a warrior I'll end up going
In town with this shit

You couldn't get down on me if
I stuffed you under the dirt
In a casket within the soil of my own turf

You softer than a nerf how'd
You expect to destroy me i'm King Kong
All your weapons gonna do is annoy me

You bore me like a rerun
That I've seen 50 times
And hearing the lame rappers spitting
The same 50 rhymes
With 50 lines regarding your
Fucking nickels and dimes
Who can't even write a quarter
Of a half decent rhyme

But twelve and a half percent of the time
They know the truth
If it wasn't for your label
Nobody would even notice you

I know about things that are just so massive
That if you saw'em you you would
Probably have a heart attack after

Like existential savagery the compton effect
Grand unified theories and the
Great wall of galaxies

As far as ripping motherfucker
You's a newbie i take you about as serious
As a PG-13 horror movie

I'm raw like sushi
You could have the combined
Powers of superman
And hulk and still couldn't move me
Like I need arms to reach at you
Shit I don't even need to be a
Ground type pokémon to take a Pikachu

And not to mention my indomitable vision
To blow your molecular structure
Across the 12th dimension

I'm just sickening You don't
Wanna rumble with me
I'll put the gloves on you just
Want to fumble the beat

If you was mercury within the
Thermometer in a hundred degrees
You still couldn't come up with heat

I generate the fire while you
Still tryin' to be gangsta
Gangsta? You're about as gangsta
As Lizzie McGuire

A sissy for hire take it up
In the rectum ass nigga
Nasty like a gonorrhea infected ass nigga
You's a wimpy ass nigga
I'd gladly pay you Tuesday for a
Hamburger a day ass nigga

Fucking smurf I chase you off the
Block like I was Gargamel
You need to throw that bullshit that
You writing in garbage pail

Slaughtering me is fucking hard as hell
Cuz when you think you got me
On the ropes and beat man, it's hard to tell

If you ain't feeling this then you
Can get your money back
But, I promise you I spit
Lyrics sweeter than Honey Smacks

Cuz when I kill you there
Ain't no coming back
That's why whenever you see me you should
Start running like a running back

Or running track like a bitch with the weave
You could have HIV and still
Wouldn't be sicker than me

I got more bars than a jailer can rack
I'm probably the only backpacker you know
With actual bars in his bag

But, you're hardest nigga rapping?
That's why I'm laughing
Yeah, about as hard as a wet paper napkin
I can probably spit some icicles
And toast that nigga

Even my girl told me "baby roast that nigga"
I got more accuracy than a navy sniper

My beats and rhymes are funkier than
Some chunky milk and baby diapers
So pay the piper before I get inside ya
I'll have you screaming in so much pain
You're hollering out for your messiah

Syllable spitting I'll have your
Mental ascended into the highest position to
Conquer the opposition
Whether it's freestyle or written or
Battling in the trenches
Making your last stand
Repelling Iraqi dissidents

I've been there, done that you livin' a lie
Buying guns and don't even know
What ammunition to buy

But, you're willing to die trying
I'll have you so twisted you'll be hearing
The lights and seeing the damn sirens

I get around like a tire
Spit high like a geyser
My music spin and runs the
Motherfucking web like a spider
You could smoke weed in a space-shuttle
Couldn't get higher
I maintain a higher orbit
In my civilian attire

I'll take it back, stone knives and bear skin
So well trained I could kill
You with a hair pin

My music's a trap I set
It where the scared live
But, it's only a trap cause you
Can't tell where the snare is

I've been asked to
Ghost-write for ghost-writers
And bring the drama
As Kay Slay was a soaps writer

You don't want it I'm a
Classic like Bad Dudes
I got more soul than James
Brown wearing Shaq’s shoes

Cause if you cross me and I
Have to go to drama mode
You won't forget it like
The motherfucking Contra code
Up up, down down, left - right, left - right
B – A select start
And that ain't even the best part

I'll take your 30 lives and
Wipe my ass with'em
And leave you crew sweating more
Than extremely fat women

I ain't trying to stack millions
I'm trying to spit some incredibly
Dope and outrageously fat lyrics

For all whose timing Look: I'm still
Rhyming look at your clocks
5 minutes and 30 seconds with good timing
You wonder how I even get deep without diving
20, 000 leagues under sea without dying
20, 000 degrees in the heat without frying

Without shining
I can still blind you I'm that vibrant
A rap tyrant and I ain't even that violent
But, I am enough to stab you up
In your face with a trident

My persistent attack is relentless
I give you a shot in your
Mouth like a dental assistance

If you diss this one-of-a-kind lyrical misfit
I'm titanium made
While you as brittle as bisquick

You wanna battle then prepare to be wasted
But, I'll drop you faster than
A drill sergeant in basic
So think twice before you try
To come face this
Cause, I'll destroy you and leave the
Game faster than Ma$e did

I spit shit with no intention to stop
I spit from now on until my album is dropped
I spit for Easy, Big Pun, Biggy and Pac
East to left coast Brooklyn, Compton to Watts

It would take you to blow off
My fucking noggin to stop
And even without my head I'd continue to rock
And even without a demo to shop
I'll still lace you from the bottom
Middle to top

Don't tempt me, I fucking mean it, I'm simply
The lyrical version of Leonardo DaVinci

There's no reason they should call you an MC
Even under hypnosis you couldn't convince me

On top of that I'll grind your
Crew up to mince meat
Cause the idea of them picking
Up the mic offends me

Cause they don't do because they wanna be MC
They do this shit because they
Think that it's trendy

But not me i'm gonna climb the mountain
Stop along the way and
Battle the local townsmen
Tell'em they remind me of Theo
Simon and Alvin
And even kill a mountain lion if
He tries to ponce in

A hundred bars? I could have went for a 1
000 and even kicked them straight
Underwater without drowning

And if you thought 159 was astounding
I actually kicked 160 but who's counting?