Nate Nics - Gimme A Beat (Sucka N*gga) lyrics

Yo, I spit the sickest shit
Call that addiction dripping from the lips
While you're gone your chick is
Splitting on the illest dick
I'm just busy spitting
Shitting on the newest hit too legit
Shouting fuck hip hop it's time to quit
All these niggas yelling at me
"Why you do it Nics?"
Understand I had to kill the game
Before it's time to RIP
And I'm not playing, dog
These songs are just a fucking skit
I'm right where I belong and you were wrong
So I ain't taking shit hypocrite
Niggas hear my name and be like
"Who is this?"
It's Ludicrous, bridges burned
Medal earned fire spit
Over it this the dream that no
One ever helped me get
Tires slit in the parking lot where
All my time is spent
I'mma change the flow up for a minute
I'm giving you back your free will
So quiet till I'm finished
Yo, the flow so cold I hope you
Know it's knowledge that I'm spitting
It's boats 'n' hoes not hopes and
Woes desire comes with penance
The menace i'm cleaning up your
Rap career your dentist
There's too much plaque in here
It's time to fear, it's 9
11 the Hunger Games are not the
Same for urban adolescents
Cause every block is filled with rocks
And shots from Mac 11s
In heaven I wonder if there's gonna
Be a place for me
Mr mercenary hopes that there's
A fucking vacancy
Hopefully I'm there to stare my
Life away and blatantly
Just make believe that there was someone
Special who had faith in me
I'm faithfully ending all the wack
Careers that I can see
Us against the world hip-hop
Against the industry
And mentally I'm fucking awesome so I
Guess I'm meant to be
A great emcee with hella fucking bars, yo
Gimme A Beat break

Nate Nics, Nate Nics, Nate Nics
Forget all the critics and hear
The bars I spit
I rhyme sublime "Hammer Time"
You Can't Touch This
And if you're talking shit
I Engage Killswitch
Real twist cleaning up the game, Will Smith
(Wooooo)
You wanted mastermind, well now you got 'em
Real gift (ha ha)
I'm stitching up these niggas
Quick I Taylor Swift
Ray Lewis with the lyrics my rhymes hit stick
Trill flip changing up the plot, Shyamalan
My flow can right your wrongs
New era when I'm writing songs
Passive with the bong no hit
My mind's already gone
Through the fire throng can't dunk but
All my jams are strong
On the low Nics got the hardest flows
A known lyricist, cynical when I spit at foes
So just keep jeering
My lyrics are filled with common woes
Never-ending rhyming dictionary mixed
With yellow snow so you know
I ain't stoppin' shit until I run the show
Stop and go citric acid
Lyrics fuck a vegetable
You're moving slow i wrap up your
Rap careers so grab a bow
Talent Bo Jackson when I'm on
The mic tackle broke
Not a joke these niggas really
Need to learn some manners, man
And I'm the manager
But I need some anger management
I'm doing all I can
But I seem to have some talent when
The mic is in my hand fuck
A hood I do it for the fam
Yes, I am Nate Nics the savage a beast
I'm sorry but I can't ever be average
Unique to be or not to be
A fucking maverick unleashed
I'm changing up the game and all
I had was a beat real neat