Intro

*praying*

Ayooo on some real shit rest in peace to all the illest emcees

That'll never be known plus all the actual hip hoppers

Murdered in cold blood or just died to early now without further adue

Warning

Warning

Sinderella Mann on the track now play that fly shit

BLAHHH

Verse

Whatever your spitting

Its gotta be dope

Gang to the Starr

Conjuring hope

Working monkey bars against knockoff tropes

As this rhyme style switches going through the looking glass

Verbal assault cases stack from prior verses past

Senses are strong like vampires smelling blood

Stalking every prima donna on crude

Looking like a copycat in pop culture

Crippling your art form

Being a vulture

Until what's true comes back for their rightful space

Not succumbing to monkey business the masses face

From talent lacking over rap songs bringing disgrace

Pushing hip hop into the mud for financial formulas traced

So my mind spray shots that won't miss

At every loser mad I'm running this track pissed

Deserving every 10% dis on my chrisssmass list

Hook

Shelved

Never knowing if I'm gonna blow

Shelved

No matter how dope rhymes are over a flow

Shelved

Lacking compensation for baring my soul

Shelved

Always pushing limits and staying in control yet still somehow end up

Shelved

Shelved

Shelved

Verse

I come through on drive-by

Horror flicks ready for film

Testing this ego will get you tossed in a kiln

Making wack MC's burn baby burn

Disco inferno

I'm not flammable learning loose leaf ropes i tie around your neck

Coming at me hostile will make a noose protect

What time spitting I have left

Robin Hood jacking jacking fake rappers for theft

Giving back through how I crept

Thanking every last hater who slept

On styles that clean up whats floor swept

Under the rug so all soggy songwriters shrug

Considering this thugs passion flowing a drug

But even drunk as hell I can still pull your plug

For those cocky and complacent

Ruining this craft nothing near adjacent

To being true coming off as lyrical though magic i spew

Hook

Shelved

Never knowing if I'm gonna blow

Shelved

No matter how dope rhymes are over a flow

Shelved

Lacking compensation for baring my soul

Shelved

Always pushing limits and staying in control yet still somehow end up

Shelved

Shelved

Shelved

Verse

Working these verbal angles right

Never kicking the bucket

Staying mad tight

Knocking pushovers outta my way spitting sheer might

Sonic soul sorcery helps go outta sight

Thanks to the power of sound bringing light

Bulldozing my path

Burying bodies at night

For every chump that can't rock dis funky joint drinking sprite

We need Kurtis blow now more than ever in spite

Of having no role models so this passage is my rite

Broaden listening audiences to smite

Part time suckers lying with lyric who bite

Instead of flowing properly

Not taking flight

While I scuff my Air Force ones

Ready to fight

All songs some corny creatives write

Speaking hip-hop but your rhymes do not excite

Just get endorsed by creepy old men that are white

Hook

Shelved

Never knowing if I'm gonna blow

Shelved

No matter how dope rhymes are over a flow

Shelved

Lacking compensation for baring my soul

Shelved

Always pushing limits and staying in control yet still somehow end up

Shelved

Shelved

Shelved

Outro

DAMN

It really be like that tho so

Lamonte coleman

James Yancey

Adam Yauch

Jason Mizell

Dwight Arrington

Darren Robinson

Marcel Hall

Keith Elam

Rest in beats and the list like the body count just stacks

While we pay respects due

Living on through the realness not everyone has to offer or can feel by sonic soul sorcerers

Long gone but never forgotten because being forgotten is

The greatest casualty