Stand back!
Stay behind the barricade!
We will use force if necessary!
Shut the fuck up!
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Dear Rap, don't run away
I promise that I'll put the gun away
But I didn't promise
That I wouldn't pull out a bomb
Hold that shit in my palm, and hit detonate
There goes the alarm, but don't be alarmed
Not me, at least, 'cause I am heavily armed
Armed to the teeth, in some Army fatigues
You don't want it, with me, better leave it alone
When I walk on the scene, hearin' hollerin' and screamin'
It's prob'ly the demons that call my head, home
It's purge time, my words rhyme, like I invented English
Please pardon my French, but this how I vent in English
I sat on the bench for long enough, I am finished
Don't fuck with me, trust me, you start shit, I finish
So if you rap, you might wanna take your ass back home
With your wack poems, that lack facts, and are wrote with no backbone
I can't condone lyin', I came from an era
Where character meant something, so I'm here, head huntin'
Get some, I dare you!
And by you, I mean you!
You listenin' to this, right now!
Like, "Man, fuck this dude!"
'Cause, I got like four homies!
That rap, fuck your homies!
I don't need more homies!
No, homo bitch, blow me!
Fuck ya'll, who want war?
I'm wagin' it, 'til all my wages!
Get in order, or New World Order!
Come take my shit, cadence shift!
This ain't shit, I'm so sick!
In-patient, impatient!
Man, I can't wait to hit!
Ya'll in the head, with this!
Ya'll end up dead, if!
You get in the way, of me!
Vent in my penmanship!
Ya'll in apprenticeship!
I fuckin' mastered this!
Rap on beats, masterpiece!
Can't reach my excellence!
I'm on some endless shit!
I ain't gon' never quit!
This here, the purge, boy!
I came here to cleanse some shit!
Keep my name out ya' mouth!
Don't even mention it!
'Less, it's to say I'm the best!
Or I'll end ya' shit!
End ya' life, won't think twice!
Lean you back, poltergeist!
I need a exorcist!
For all these ghosts, I write!
Hold the mic, like I'ma die, if I drop the shit!
Droppin' shit, like I'm the sky in apocalypse!
God, if I'm trippin', just show me, you know me!
'Cause, people forgot all I've grown, since the old me!
The old me just blow trees, and slung weight all day!
So just keep that in mind, 'fore you judge what I say!
Bet you probably think I'm on ten, I'm still building!
So stay out my way, when I walk in the building!
Somebody, please, pray for these rappers, I'll kill 'em!
For real, it ain't safe, 'less you women or children!
You new school, or old school, don't matter, I'll roast you!
And ghost you so fast, your gun still in the holster!
The whole world gone crazy, end day's ain't that far out!
But all these lames rap about's buyin' a bar out!
So in closin', Rap, I hope that you still love me
'Cause, since you got money, you been actin' funny
You put down your backpack, and don't write no more
But I still love you, and love is worth fightin' for