Play That Beat

P O P E
 pope dope
 Slow and steady
 Bars rain down like confetti
 trained for this day
 ready before they said ready
 On the road to riches and am heading for the headies
 I play the game of thrones better than lena headey
 Adrenaline flows, recharged flows, we charged with blows
 this from a nigga with less highs
 and many lows
 lord knows, i've been running with my grind
 since i was nine, around the time
 eminem rapped about columbine
 forgive me mama
 but i'm about to bust
 bust a nut on this beat to make a hit is a must
 and am a better survivor tham those on the show lost
 cos i go all intel whem i process my thoughts
 Theres no king on the throne
 they heatd me amd abdicated
 Those who came resisting got decapitated
 Those who stood afar could do no more than keep hating
 how long we waited?
 well thats a question for the ages
 we came through the stages
 beat boxing, flows dropping
 and we're still bumping
 16 bars, a 12 iron a sledge hammer
 nigga and a cup of coffee
 Dont come at me unless your mama's got you booked a coffin
 I'm a beat killer
 lyrical godzilla
 Bars like kirikiri
 Na why these rappers still dey envy me Pope's dope, no rope a dope
 sleepers are slow
 walk barefooted and you might slip a sole
 lyrics eat deep into your soul
 am am ogre yo
 no pistols popping, just pistons in my head pumping
 we dont give a fuck, the club is bumping
 I do this for my niggas
 hope we get the mulla yo
 we aiming for billions
 nigga fuck a million
 done with silly flows
 punchlines as hard as blows
 and we got the keys to the citadel
 kill a nigga dead
 with flows hard as lead
 shoot him in the head
 take away his breath
 in these streets, we were born and bred
 bloodshot eyes
 crimson or red
 pick your choice
 pikachu got you bleeding from the head
 i aint worried about what niggas said
 wicked bars coming out straight from me head
 i'm pumped up from lifting bars
 i got mistaken cos of my musclea for cultist affiliation by SARS
 yes lord
 genesis of the exodus of fake rappers
 top heavy, built sturdy like young spartans
 ghost patterns, you dont see them if you dont matter
 Nigga pay your tribute or your blood gon spatter
 'm a beat killer
 lyrical godzilla
 Bars like kirikiri
 Na why these rappers still dey envy me though the road rough
 me and my niggas gon prevail
 lee got my back and i aint never gon fail
 have you ever had dreams riding foriegn whips yo
 we still making money calls even if theres no signal
 spaz on the mix
 mixing better than a chef
 in a 5 star restaurant paid in foreign cash
 and my nigga vyce cool as ice
 hotter than spice
 rappers hanging down heavy yeah
 nigga find your source
 bars on bars like i'm sleeping on your lady
 my shit is always yes, no no or maybe
 sick in a straitjacket you can call me crazy
 but one thing i'll never be guilty of is being lazy
 mazy mazy
 my rhymes are complicated
 my comeup is belated
 my drive is being fueled by the comstamt streams of hatred
 sweet flow nigga welcome to the willy wonk
 this was promised man
 nigga i'm the cjosen one
 burst out of these chains like D'jango
 flows so tight, submission acute angle
 my girl had one job and she blew it
 she said too long, i said nike just do it
 'm a beat killer
 a future drug dealer
 Bars like kirikiri
 Na why these rappers still dey envy me END