Just to shut tha haters up.

Just to shut tha haters up.

Some headz don´t know a fly verse when they read one,
and some other headz do, but they hate the fact that it´s me bein ILL,
and not THEM.

So just to set tha record str8, and to shut tha haters up,
here go some hot ass bars fo yuh:



Ayo! The kid is BACK!
Ya´ll ain´t gettin rid of this CRACK!
First one o´ ya´ll that step to me,
is tha first one that get SLAPPED!
See, lyrically,
these verbals
getchu gerbals,CLAPPED!
It´s tha lyrical MACK!
Cummin outta hybernation,
Returnin like the MACK!
Leader of the pack.
Props is "hard to earn",
but I GOT THAT!
Guru-type clout,
no doubt!
Tha peculiar purple pie-man,
cummin thru witta SACK!
Brutha,
I´m churnin out that butter,
I flip that shit that you burn,
´ery time you toke, I build my STACK!!!
Real talk.
I´mma be;
schemin wit my DUNS,
I´mma keep hustlin ONES,
keep chrushin ´em CUNTS!
N´ smoke everlastin´ bud,
in 6 million dollar BLUNTS!
I simply, sooper glue my HANDZ,
and "stick to my GUNZ"!
Until I´m kickin back,
Sittin on, Bill-Gates type of FUNDS!!
Aye! SUN!
I bring that HEAT,
like a solar PEAK!
Cuz,
It´s like I´m chasin SUBS!
The way I drops it, MAAD DEEP!
Teflon coated,
my bars CAN´T be corroded!
It´s THINKAH!
Getcha hooked, witta line and the sinker!
Ya hearr´d?
N´ I don´t even MURK headz!
I just make em, eternally OVER SLEEP!!
And naah,FAGGOT!
You ain´t HYPE!
You just gotta get off that TWEAK!!
A latin king,
Holdin down his crown!
Props from here to down yonder!
My munne STAY filthy!
They too dirty to launder!
I smash on chicken headz!
muthaphucc a colonel SAUNDERS!
You´re tryina duck a TERMINATOR!!
Like that bitch,Sarah CONNOR!!!
See? I´m de-abilitatin´,
you dumb dilletants!
And that´s a WRAP/ rap!
Son, you messin with a RAP SAVANT!!
So YO!
Holla-holla!
Like Pavarotti USED TO.
Bitch! You ain´t tha bomb!
I ain´t gotta defuse you!
You tryina phucc with them street blocks?
A sho´ way for you to stumble! (stumbling blocks)
Punk, you ain´t fly!
I make you eat that pie,
on the humble!!
And if I gotta hold sumthin,
and stack me a bundle?
You best believe,
I blaze sum weed,
and make empires crumble!!
And so, I keep on rhymin,
I can´t, NEVER stop my grindin!
Becouse.
Time flies by, and I´m flyin with it!
I stay high, like altitude,
With northern lights.
And SHINE with it!!!

CLOSING BARS:

You gone get hurt,
like white-boy Curt, (Cobain).
so just blast yaself!
Or better yet, if you ain´t KNOW,
YA better ASK yaself!
Like:
"This couldn´t be tha illest rhymer out,right now?
Or COULD IT??"
Ya´ll some faggets!
Bunny rabbits!
Tha dawg, is cummin atcha,
Four-footed!
And if I murked you,
it wouldn´t be nuttin but a mercy killin,
now would it?
I´m takin em fake stars to war! (wordplay: Star wars).
So call me "Jabba Tha Hooded"!!!


Now kids, don´t even front like ya´ll ain´t know who tha illest is..