Woke up, lookin for da smoke, what u on for? Cracked out, u built like a joke, y u want more?
Talk tough, riots in the feed, thassa uproar.
Pimp slap, circle back around like an encore
Encore, (huh?), encore, bitch slap I don’t fuk around here’s an encore..(whoa)
Encore, (what?), encore, diss track till u not around, thassa encore..(yo)
Homie told me don’t do it to him, I had to, (had to) crackers n cheezits up in the classroom, (classroom) name in yo cranium like a tattoo, (tattoo), last dude that tried me came to my class too, and now he boutta tell u how fuckin with me’s a bad move,
encore, encore, now they beggin me to drag more, dropped out the map, now you washed like a trap floor. back for the smoke, every round’s like a crash course, blicky in my verse, world askin me “what’s that for?” I told em it’s to pack a macbook on my dashboard (OH SHIT)
Woke up, lookin for da smoke, what u on for? Cracked out, u built like a joke, y u want more?
Talk tough, riots in the feed, thassa uproar.
Pimp slap, circle back around like an encore
Encore, (huh?), encore, bitch slap I don’t fuk around here’s an encore..(whoa)
Encore, (what?), encore, diss track till u not around, thassa encore..(yo)
I'm a 4th wall breaking subliminal criminal, essence of the World granted for the ill G's tho. Only one World disagree and I'll take your last chromosome,have yo ass stumblin bumblin on the way home. So again Fuck these bitches
They know they ho's,running to my scraps cuz their brains are a bore. Kicking back with my schnapps as I watch them try more. Scorched Earth mathafuckas! Encore! Encore!
Yuh…
encore, encore, now they beggin me to drag more, dropped out the map, now you washed like a trap floor. back for the smoke, every round’s like a crash course, blicky in my verse, world askin me “what’s that for?” I told em it’s to pack a macbook on my dashboard (OH SHIT)
Encore, encore, they beggin me to drag more,
Dropped out the map, now you washed like a trap floor.
Back for the smoke, every round’s like a crash course,
Teacher with the heat — write yo name on the last score.
Ain’t no peace sign, homie this a peace-shred,
Brains get fried when I rhyme what the beat said.
Talkin all hype but your vibe lookin sheep-bred,
Encore, encore — lay him down in the deep bed.
encore, encore, now they beggin me to drag more, dropped out the map, now you washed like a trap floor. back for the smoke, every round’s like a crash course, blicky in my verse, world askin me “what’s that for?” I told em it’s to pack a macbook on my dashboard (shhhhhh)
MIXEY
