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Verse-BLACK „E”
It’s time motherfuckers for a changing of guard
Revolutionary, like black fists to the stars
You niggas can’t see, so I’mma show you the plan
Excommunicate the wack, and bury their fans
Yeah I said it, I speak only the truth
Plus why get mad, unless you knew it was you
These niggas holding their dicks
While they whore out my wife
Sabotaging her name, straight rewriting her life
But your diamonds stay beveled
Panoramic view level
Keep you blind by design
Strike a pose for the devil
No love for the art, like no foundation was laid
I Crams to Understand
Why they got Lyte in the shade
Said F.U. to the Teacher
Disrespecting the God
MCs are dying, no more spitting for cause
So I gotta keep flowing
'Cuz the beat keeps going
And these bitch ass niggas, are the weeds that keep growing
It’s Fah-Q baby, we’re at the top of the chain
Go against a Five Star General
Are you fucking insane
You lost the battle, plus you’re losing the war
It’s the Darker Motherfucker, to even score
I never spit rhetoric, you’ve heard it before
Strip the beat back down
'cuz I’m bringing it raw
What the fuck is going on, with all the glam and the glitz
Can any motherfucker, start doing this shit
Got fake thug niggas, singing R&B actin’ a bitch
Shit nigga, it took a turn for the worse
Wack shit on the box, I’m going bezerk
Ain’t no hate in my blood
Just talent and skill
This shit comes easy, ain’t no forcing of will
Ain’t no selling my soul for a couple of mil
I’m the true essence, of keeping it real
It’s return of the battle, fuck an image and look
Got niggas trading heat, for simple ass hooks
And these big booty bitches, same fucking vids
Yeah you niggas lack focus, I’m clearing the grid
Make way for the truth
'cuz I honestly burn
I’ll rip away the crown, you illegally earned
Fuck repercussions, I’m not even concerned
Let’s keep it moving, 'cuz these bitches won’t die
You think these corporate motherfuckers
Want Hip Hop to survive
I’ll make my hands bleed, from the words that I write
Before I let a motherfucker script the words to my life
I am Hip Hop, it’s like my essence and blood
The beat is the heart, and the words are the love
It’s time for perspective to put you niggas in check
Some of these veteran cats, ain’t got it down yet
Yeah, the game is simple, whether you know it or not
You’re either a bitch ass nigga, or you’re calling the shots
Is that shit out of your mouth, the bars that you wrote
Or are you a fake ass nigga, spitting for ghosts
Are you feeling my shit, even catching my thoughts
Every bar motherfucker, I do with heart
This is me my nigga, ain’t no surrogate bitch
Give the five mics back
You’re not deserving of shit
Yeah, return the pen and pad
Walk away from the life, nigga you’re part of the problem
Stop causing me strife
Yeah, I’m going for days, I know you’re catching my drift
Insignificant pawn, you won’t even be missed
[Fade the Game, Nigga]
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