through your speakers bumping out a fearsome tune
I do collabs with producers who loop tough sounds on sample computers
I bring the truth to dismantle your future
with raps that are hard-bodied like a glance to Medusa's eyes
no use in trying to move the guy
I'm heavy like a giant lion that's been supersized
so get squatted if you choose to lie
move aside, ***-spitters are human flies
they get squashed with a rolled-up rhyme pad
the white chat that causes a scene when speaking my chat on hi-hats
so why rap, Rob, you're quite whack
and you just put on an act to try hide that
fact you write tracks that I've spat before you
people hear a new verse and rewind back for more truth
in hip-hop, your sight's seeing like a tour group
plus you're faking all the most kill-me people in court
dude, it's lock, front, the keys
coming through your speakers
it's too late and he's
coming through your summit
and I bet you ain't ready for the song wars
fly away, I'll leave you in the past
like a song called
it's lock, front, the keys
coming through your speakers
it's too late and he's
coming through your summit
and I bet you ain't ready for the song wars
fly away, I'll leave you in the past
like a song called
yeah, my head is a letter grenade
whenever I'm next to a page
I'm clever when penning a phrase
I'm better than ever, I say
if brothers try getting my face
I'll wet them and send them away
I reckon I'll stay true to my views
for the end of my days
it's too late
and up front, we're the banger for those kids
who wanna punch the nose bridge
of foes that anger the most
mad in a dome, there's no comparison, yo
up front, standing alone
controls the most savage of flows
so don't chat *** and moan
we low-class kids with clones
it's no acting or pose-rapping
I open my mouth and sink your fleet
like I'm crashing your boat
you're lacking the growth
midget spitters who haven't evolved yet
so, to those heads who ain't got nothing new to teach us
just put this track on and hear me
coming through your speakers
I'm loving truth on beats
crushing crews with each word that leaves
*** losers speechless
I'm upping tunes, believe us
yo, it's up front, the key's
coming through your speakers
it's too late and he's
coming through your summit
and I bet you ain't ready for the song wars
fly away, I'll leave you in the past
like a song called
yo, it's up front, the key's
coming through your speakers
it's too late and he's
coming through your summit
and I bet you ain't ready for the song wars
fly away, I'll leave you in the past
like a song called