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(feat. Jakki Da Mota Mouth) |
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[Intro: Copywrite] |
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Yo, The year 2000 and 1 |
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The shit talkers, Jakki Da Mota Mouth |
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Copywrite78 |
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Ya know, **** everything else |
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It doesnt matter |
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[Verse 1: Copywrite] |
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Yo, I'm raw spitting, speak heat to leave your corpse sizzlin' |
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Y'all wanna brawl mission, that's more for the mortician |
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Y'all made a poor decision trying to war with em |
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With 45, outta 44 or 4 bitten, wanna spark still |
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Left you with a 20 scar grill |
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That ain't a verse, You written a 20 bar will |
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And I know ya'll can't excel |
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Though ya'll prance and yell |
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Plant in a cell |
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But you ain't got a snowball chance in hell |
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Finish your verse |
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Before I diminish your turf |
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Broke the 10 commandments my first 5 minutes on earth |
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Futuristic, since my parents formed me from an egg, met |
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I got physic's quoting shit that I ain't even said yet |
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Hell is not far, the firespitter |
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Inspire quiters |
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When I drop bars like a retired stripper |
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Don't like fit quoting shit that I said |
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This ain't shit, you won't hear my dopest shit when I'm dead |
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Got 7 albums locked with a key and they will no be released |
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Until I start rotting in peace |
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Till that day I'll keep droppin' MC's |
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You don't like it, you can suck my cock and the 2 rocks underneath |
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When I guest appear labels pay me to hold you back |
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So I won't outshine their artists on their own tracks |
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Dug in my hip and the day y'all ain't feelin nothin I spit |
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I'mma drop the mic, like "**** it I quit" |
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[Chorus: Copywrite] |
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You wanna bite, repeat it with a pen, I'm Copywrite |
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Not conceded, I'm convinced |
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I got listeners checkin' |
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So, rewind the 1st verse 3 times be-fore you get to the 2nd |
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The Mota Mouth on the track with me |
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God might as well set fire to earth and rain gasoline |
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This ain't no rap on, peace on |
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It's Theme Music to sock the 1st MC stupid to breathe wrong |
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[Verse 2: Jakki Da Mota Mouth] |
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Suppose you gain courage enough to step to me by bustin' |
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You'll be the lowest 2 MC's, me and multiple concussion |
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As I rock here with mutha****az and their crazy style |
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Put that glock to their head, are you crazy now? |
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You want mathematic thinkers come to Chicago |
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My circum (circumference) 3.14 (3.1 to 4) MC's I eat like pie (pi) |
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Go head take the mic so I could take your health |
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Don't give this man a hand for makin' a fool out himself |
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He grabbed the steel, spit a few verses about his few crowd |
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Lasted for about 2 minutes then his ass got booted out |
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I'm sick of rhymers rappin' like they raw breeders |
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I can whore them but when I'm in a scene they beat is so beaters |
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You have no freakin' skill, I'll take your soul and dip |
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You dont think I'm real, touch me if you fake, you don't exist |
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I'm Mota Mouth, I smash flows |
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Come to one of my drunkin' shows |
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Tell me, "Have you ever met a bigger asshole!" |
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Approach the stage wit heart |
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Bring your punk fan(s) |
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**** around, grab the mic, and get tripled team by one man |
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Who wanna battle, please come and get your ass kicked |
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You all sound like a tad bit of bad shit |
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You retarted and you frontin like you pimp shit |
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You ain't hard and you ain't nuttin' like a limp dick |
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You choose to test this nigga, my word's merciless |
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You move puttin' your best shit up against my worst verses |
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[Chorus: Copywrite] |
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You wanna bite, repeat it with a pen, I'm Copywrite |
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Not conceded, I'm convinced |
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I got listeners checkin' |
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So, rewind the 1st verse 3 times be-fore you get to the 2nd |
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The Mota Mouth on the track with me |
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God might as well set fire to earth and rain gasoline |
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This ain't no rap on, peace on |
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It's Theme Music to sock the 1st MC stupid to breathe wrong |
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[Outro: Copywrite] |
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Mutha****az, Copywrite MC's, Seven-Eight |
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Try to run your mouth |