Concentration, a method I use to elude or confuse or remove or suck away from my crew
No mercy, I'm givin' no slack to those who act flinchin' that you get beat with a bat
Now here's a melodrama slapped together a few minutes ago
Pertainin' to those distant hoes, keffels and hoes, Carter's the bro
Yo, you know punk, I got the right to take your life and go
Cause you's a perpetrator, you ain't down, you just around the vibe
You step off punk before you get beat down
Brutally dissed, not only mental but physical
Brought face to face to the vibes and the lyrical
WC9 in fields, ayo checkin' when you mention my name
Think I'm a full metal jacket
Not in the state of improvisin' any violence
But don't slip unless you wanna see it ride
Smile on my face, you nothin' but a backstabber
Roamin' around sayin' that I'm a punk rapper
Just on the water, some crews and those who never heard of me
I'm here to say that the devil, he was givin' no mercy
He's got style, he's got pace, he's got humor
He understands his format
Pitcher, pitcher, pitcher, pitcher, pitcher
Flames steadily burnin' in front of the dome
Intensity is growin' and growin' and it's gettin' strong
We trapped inside, we lost our breath
Lookin' to death cause I'm a double step
An overlooked professional, but see I kept comin' yo
Lyrics so fly, they shoulda been on, that's incredible
Now why would a sucker wanna battle the dub?
You just a featherweight, I better get a scrub or snub
I dedicate no perpetrator, get it straight
To you 89 rappers, y'all ain't all that great
Run a L or meet your rhymes at the hip-hop shows
With styles that played out, we're glad it's not in the afros
You ain't down punk, you're not united, you're jockin' my rhymes
All you wanna do is body correspondin' to my rap
You need to adapt, comprehend it to my English
I'm not talkin' to Japanese or Chinese
I'm speakin' of a disease called perpetrate
You're punkin' the beat, yo, the W strikes like a sword
Just rippin' and strippin', you're phony rappers
And half y'all been trippin' like little women
Feminist punk, she need to quit
I want the mic like a bass head wanna hit
Versatility, ability makes it hard to step to me
Step off your soft, forbase-ability
Really, see, you wanna be jockin' impubity
Step towards the devil, man, that's impunity
Mentality gotta be grown, strong, stop yaggin' me
Strategy, seek, destroy, cause more tragedy
Rhyme designer didn't climb and climb
Hit some old-school stuff, y'all, to mess with your mind
Like poison or rave, but too bad, I don't spray no more
Now I throw grenades and carry both bows
Bro, you're too slow, hit the dance floor
It's time for the W, waxin', packin' shoulders
All I want is some crews and those of you who never heard of me
I'm here to say that the W is givin' no mercy
There's nothing abnormal about the way that he talks
He doesn't talk abnormally fast, he doesn't talk slow
He just talks to the people
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