Verse One: Phesto Redirect your motivation while we collect the dough forsaken Making a mockery of you MC's we grimace malicious parodies You're finished allowing you to win is just not in us That's horrendous just replenish apprentice retract all The wack 'fore you niggaz get blackballed you're small And we make a spectacle of y'all withdrawal Punk contention bitten for attention Souls of Mischief your worst, enemies, your energy's Wasted, disintegrated, you'll be incinerated By the innovative when I'm stimulated come pale To embellish I relish MC's overzealous who fail us Time will tell us, emulating recreation is colorless Frontin like they on some other shit Developing discover this irrelevant to wack intact exact Well I belittle MC's, and hold no reefer But sho don't sleep I'm out
Verse Two: Tajai
We the fruits of rotten seeds, nowadays it's bout greed That's the policy, get from me, so I grab all I see And after that we out, in a trail of laughter Raps and doubtless claims of standards upheld and maintained This ain't no, flash in the pan shit, just sell it and fade to nada Or dance hits to propel, a major knot up in my billfold One day I got up and I willed no rapper greater They fake and still doze and act like they young as fuck Hollerin about the niggaz they buck Fallin out the windows made up like hoes if they get bucked Lesson utmost, japanitos to one broke Who have an ego, or fade you like vita largo Damn where did he go? Sucker felt the evil I know, word Casino, I ant that ass like zebra skins Fidos keepin pins and needles Whether you tread or rest your head until ya Succumb to the voice that's deep within, you should know
Chorus:
It's time to let the weak shit go, no more And if you with us, hoe hoe!!! You should know, it's time to let that wack shit go, no more And if you with us, hoe hoe!!!
Verse Three: Opio
They say I'm too posessive, agressive I make a mess of MC's depress em, plessin em The West eclipse the rest, suggestions, to the ones in my profession Testin, congestin, the mic doin impressions Souls of Mischief make em all fall in succession If you're pressin luck self destruct I'm vindictive, so descriptive Intriguing on the mic, we don't see things alike
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