Yo,
Shay.
What's up?
Who's Rhymes, nigga?
Oh, what's up, what's up?
Yeah, yeah, ay, ay.
Last night,
Johnny J. Cassidy was looking for you,
dude.
Looking for me?
What?
*, I don't know, something * you did.
I don't know, what happened?
Man, * them niggas, man.
Ay,
look,
you gotta be over at the studio right now.
Get over to the studio, man.
Come on.
Yo,
whoever trying to find me can look right at the crib.
I say * the headshot and shoot right at the ribs.
While you cats still sipping on the crisps.
Taking a risk,
I smack niggas,
then blow them a kiss.
Man, you cats ain't * with this.
The grand imperial razz,
we got the lab,
trying to upgrade the gas.
Must have been sniffing on the paint.
Get off the fumes and give me some room.
Doom still loom.
Keep it in tune from June until June.
365,
we stay live.
Stay diving, ain't for us.
This ain't rock, nigga.
I'm coming at the world with both my guns cocked.
Be shooting off rounds, protect my own ground.
You need to stop fronting,
project your own sound.
170 pounds of sheer force.
Put you out of the lane,
I'm running the smooth course.
Of course,
ain't nothing but beats and rhymes,
*.
Ain't never been the type for doing the times,
*.
Head be in the stars, looking for hoes and cars.
I be in studios spitting the 70 bars.
So far,
you niggas still ain't talking about *.
Enough shine to keep the whole place lit.
Take it as a ***, yours is something to miss.
But before I bounce, I got to tell y'all this.
What's that?
You cats ain't * with us.
We the LSMC's, better prepare to bust.
Blow y'all to dust real quick.
And if you got nothing to spit,
you better call your clique.
What's that?
You cats ain't * with us.
We the LSMC's, better prepare to bust.
Blow y'all to dust real quick.
And if you got nothing to spit,
you better call your clique.
I explode on the scene for green.
Without dough,
you can't do a damn thing in this world.
A bag on the reg,
my double edge be sharp as darts.
You may have rhymes, but you ain't got no heart.
Knew it from the start, I was ready to spar.
Me and my crew be coming straight out the door.
Right into the light, cats be ready to fight.
It's still upset, cause we explode on the mic.
Now whether y'all like it or not, we blow spots.
And I respect niggas that's keeping the flows hot.
Up close, lyrically roast your whole coast.
The expert nigga that's bringing y'all the most.
Get me in the post, I score for sure quick.
When I ask brothers, they couldn't explain *.
Take it as a ***, yours is something to miss.
But before I bounce, I got to tell y'all this.
What's that?
You cats ain't * with us.
We the LSMC's, better prepare to bust.
Blow y'all to dust real quick.
And if you got nothing to spit,
you better call your clique.
What's that?
You cats ain't * with us.
We the LSMC's, better prepare to bust.
Blow y'all to dust real quick.
And if you got nothing to spit,
you better call your clique.
Now this here,
be the time for some serious rhymes.
I spit lines that'll expose your mind.
My scheme been known to claim niggas clocked.
I come to your town and run the whole damn block.
Now my beats can knock for years in your ears.
Say it up front so that it stands out clear.
Never hide behind the names and the fame.
They killing the game and niggas still won't change.
All niggas want is the cash and then dash.
But if you do that, then your career won't last.
Take it as a ***, yours is something to miss.
But before I bounce, I got to tell y'all this.
What's that?
You cats ain't * with us.
We the LSMC's, better prepare to bust.
Blow y'all to dust real quick.
And if you got nothing to spit,
you better call your clique.