None illa - BET Hot 16 Submission (Verse) lyrics
[None illa - BET Hot 16 Submission Verse lyrics]
Something bout rappers thinking it’s a
Wrap they started rapping
Imma start bringing the morgue in
I ain’t talking captain
Although I’ll still linger over
The barrel though
The pen’s mightier than the sword
And i’m slicing cantelopes i’m a bar flippa
Gymnastically causing tragedies
They aim to be outstanding
But none of it's standing out to me
What are they saying?
They playing, I think it’s all talk
I’m illa than ebola in
AIDS patients wit smallpox
A little touch of the SARS
Measles and then malaria
Bury ya just for thinking
I’ll eva get outta character
Tried listening to these cats
But they’re just boring me
Knowing that they historically
Can’t even afford to breathe
In the same room as Pac
Pun, or Biggie, Luda, busta or Missy
They need to get on their grizzy
Started from the bottom
But not saying I’m drizzy
Im just slaying bodies till they
Decaying from using semis
One shot away from taking over a cypher
While waving off all the snipers
And bringing in Miley cyrus
Expecting all artists to shatter
After the wrecking ball at my beck and call
Aim at necks until I check em all
Until they fall
The rifle’ll get it’s welvyn on
Pluck em and yell ‘Got em’
Then flex whenever the weapons drawn
Red eye focus
I guess i’ll name it Decepticon
Everybody screaming levels
Til they got their levels wrong
Take Eminem’s insanity
Pluto’s level of gravity
World War I I ’s casualties
Combine em, get the average me
This is just a warm up
Lyrically burning calories
I guess it's time to step in the ring
And yell challenge me
Wrap they started rapping
Imma start bringing the morgue in
I ain’t talking captain
Although I’ll still linger over
The barrel though
The pen’s mightier than the sword
And i’m slicing cantelopes i’m a bar flippa
Gymnastically causing tragedies
They aim to be outstanding
But none of it's standing out to me
What are they saying?
They playing, I think it’s all talk
I’m illa than ebola in
AIDS patients wit smallpox
A little touch of the SARS
Measles and then malaria
Bury ya just for thinking
I’ll eva get outta character
Tried listening to these cats
But they’re just boring me
Knowing that they historically
Can’t even afford to breathe
In the same room as Pac
Pun, or Biggie, Luda, busta or Missy
They need to get on their grizzy
Started from the bottom
But not saying I’m drizzy
Im just slaying bodies till they
Decaying from using semis
One shot away from taking over a cypher
While waving off all the snipers
And bringing in Miley cyrus
Expecting all artists to shatter
After the wrecking ball at my beck and call
Aim at necks until I check em all
Until they fall
The rifle’ll get it’s welvyn on
Pluck em and yell ‘Got em’
Then flex whenever the weapons drawn
Red eye focus
I guess i’ll name it Decepticon
Everybody screaming levels
Til they got their levels wrong
Take Eminem’s insanity
Pluto’s level of gravity
World War I I ’s casualties
Combine em, get the average me
This is just a warm up
Lyrically burning calories
I guess it's time to step in the ring
And yell challenge me