Song: Ten Snows
Year: 2012
Viewed: 41 - Published at: 9 years ago

They all rap, begging to be found
But this is my kingdom, and heavy weighs the crown
I been asleep so I guess I'll take the blame
All these new kids out chasin' the fame
It's so lame, they all wanna hit but just miss
?, You should take this song as a diss
I been rappin' for ten snows
Why you stole my grandpa's clothes, turn up your nose, and spit flows
You ain't cool, believe me I know
I seen the baddest mother fuckers around come and go
And you missin' the class, I don't give a free pass
Better hunker down kids, gonna whoop that ass
Take a good look around and know that they need me
All these stupid kids can't evеn finish a EP
Believe mе, I'm cut from the cloth of giants
Had the mightiest of men catch the case of the quiets
Shine up your belt buckle, dust off the dunks
Shift sample in this bitch, about to murder these chumps
It ain't a tour, three shows one state
And you missed the first two, 'cuz you showed up late
It's all fake, and I can see it in the way that you boast
Talkin' bout you got clout on the west coast
I been there son, and ain't heard your name
The sad thing is my tour vans got more fame
I don't need new fans I got em
Just need to know that bullshits the problem
I don't need new fans I got em
So get your own mother fucker
I ain't that smart, but you sound stupid
Phen does the beat, I chopped it and fuckin' looped it
You wanna be it? Then be it and stop talkin'
You wanna do it? Then do it and start walkin'
I ain't that smart, but you sound stupid
Phen does the beat, I chopped it and fuckin' looped it
You wanna be it? Then be it and stop talkin'
You wanna do it? Then do it and start walkin'

Lets light a match and watch who burns the fastest
Smack the shit out of your big frame glasses
Runt writes classic, Phens got drum kicks
Cheers mother fucker, boutta show you where the heart is
Sleepin' on floors, and playin' holes in the wall
Self-made kids, it's why we stand so tall
And I can free style son, you can't hold a candle
Catch me outside puttin blood on your flannel
Cool kids get noose'd up by the neck
Have 'em hangin from the rafters for lack of respect
And I better not catch any of y'all talkin' shit 'cuz I wrote love songs
I'm fuckin' good at it
Long story short
We can break into math
If you study real hard you could find the right path
Albums out, I've got six, you've gone none
And your free mix-tape don't really count as one
You're not nice, loud, and pathetic
So much to prove, man I get it
But friendly tongue swords might leave you beheaded
Throw em to the wolfs and you might just regret it
And I ain't sayin' your future is this
But you're lookin' at a long lost scientist
So embrace those moments of fame, they grow fewer
And in the blink of a eye you're a 30 year old loser
Askin' where your old fan base went
How the money from your test press all got spent
'Cuz life is a animal, each your bones
So leave king size crowns to ? in our thrones

I ain't that smart, but you sound stupid
Phen does the beat, I chopped it and fuckin' looped it
You wanna be it? Then be it and stop talkin'
You wanna do it? Then do it and start walkin'
I ain't that smart, but you sound stupid
Phen does the beat, I chopped it and fuckin' looped it
You wanna be it? Then be it and stop talkin'
You wanna do it? Then do it and start walkin

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