Like this, with a little bit of that, with a little bit of left to right, we gon' test your fight
I take the lyrics from the desk to mic, and leave the rest to hype, y'see, you're fucking with the best, tonight
But you ain't with it, you ain't get it, you'd've quit it in a minute, if you lived with all the business in this stressful life
So I'm giving it legitimately spirited adherence to the lyrics, you can fear it and be blessed, or die
And that's a fact to the fifth, yeah they clap for a bit, but they hear I'm from the internet and 'back to the script', huh?
About time I react with a fist, fuck 'back to the script', yo I'm back to the mission
The tactics emitting from accurate spitting are slapping the faggot that slacks when he listens
And whether'not you hearing me, I'll grab the position of bringing popularity to rapping efficient
But they never wanna hear that, they done made the decision to hate when they listen
Forgetting that I'm spittin' with a flame definition, and O don't dig in the crates, he be fishing
Yo, we gon' hit them with a venomous song, that'll stick until the enemy's gone and I don't tend to be wrong
So when I'm sayin', if you're thinking you're strong, to go and get the baton, best believe that it's f'na be on
Let 'em tell me that they had to reject it
That a netcee's best being smacked and detested
And the dot-com talk of a candid collective
Can't make it in the game...challenge accepted, nigga
Geek speak with a forthright diss, what's next, Im'ma throw my fist so you know my gist
See, they always wanna grab it when I rap it automatic, but the flow might miss, so it goes like this
I take the lyrics from the desk to mic, and leave the rest to hype, y'see, you're fucking with the best, tonight
But you ain't with it, you ain't get it, you'd've quit it in a minute, if you lived with all the business in this stressful life
So I'm giving it legitimately spirited adherence to the lyrics, you can fear it and be blessed, or die
And that's a fact to the fifth, yeah they clap for a bit, but they hear I'm from the internet and 'back to the script', huh?
About time I react with a fist, fuck 'back to the script', yo I'm back to the mission
The tactics emitting from accurate spitting are slapping the faggot that slacks when he listens
And whether'not you hearing me, I'll grab the position of bringing popularity to rapping efficient
But they never wanna hear that, they done made the decision to hate when they listen
Forgetting that I'm spittin' with a flame definition, and O don't dig in the crates, he be fishing
Yo, we gon' hit them with a venomous song, that'll stick until the enemy's gone and I don't tend to be wrong
So when I'm sayin', if you're thinking you're strong, to go and get the baton, best believe that it's f'na be on
Let 'em tell me that they had to reject it
That a netcee's best being smacked and detested
And the dot-com talk of a candid collective
Can't make it in the game...challenge accepted, nigga
Geek speak with a forthright diss, what's next, Im'ma throw my fist so you know my gist
See, they always wanna grab it when I rap it automatic, but the flow might miss, so it goes like this
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