[Lyric] Ill Be Remembered (Toxic-Minds)

[Graphik]

Don't make me disrespect you, I'll fucking disconnect you
I'll take you to your grave, and say some shit to resurrect you
I just planted my career, as you see it's gonna bloom
Shit I'll leave you in the dark, like a blind mans room

I know I'm not perfect, but I know I have a purpose
To neglect these other rappers, leave em' holier than churches
But I swear I'm not joking, I'll leave your dome open
Y'all can't even say what's up to me, like both arms broken

All you rappers suck, so I hope you stand guard
Y'all the only pussy's that I fucked that didn't come hard
But I will send regards, and a couple farewells
Mario is not the only one, that's steady dropping shells

Y'all career about to end, it's in the bottom of the inning
I don't have a losing streak, my side effect is only winning
Ever since I started I been known to tear apart the mic
And put a whole in rappers heads with railroad spikes
[Hook x2]

I, know I'm bout' to make it
YOU, will never ever take it
TILL, I fall I'll be remembered
LIKE, the eleventh of September

[Graphik]

I spit that fly shit, like a bathroom on a plane
But I remain underground, like a subway train
I know your thinking I'm insane, cause I'm in love with Mary Jane
And I'm running through this game, like Le'Ron McClain

This rap game is over, I demolished the barricade
I'm not talking water hoses, when I say your getting sprayed
I got acidic fucking lyrics, that will eat through your flesh
I'll take every bar you wrote, just to beat you to death

My coke so potent, it'll make the fiends drool
Cause I handle eight balls, but I don't really like pool
While I'm on the main stage, you spectating at the stands
People think I live in nursing homes, the way I stay with grams

Your rap game is used, I don't mean to sound rude
I got a stone cold flow, cause my raps stunning dudes
So if you pick and choose, I'm gonna wreck you and your crew
There's not another hot group, that can fuck with these two
[Hook x2]

[Toxik]

A national disaster, someone run and tell the President
We ain't leave em' leaking, because B he sets the precedents
??? what you receive out the DE (Desert Eagle), I ain't heaven sent
Been rapping since the third grade, and been the best ever since

You better check ya' element, what you think this metal for
Sick of hearing bitch made, similes and metaphors
Talking out ya neck, will force me to let the metal roar
Six inside the metal, leaving six inside ya jetta door

[Hook x2]