It's a Small Wonder, like Vicki,
These niggas suck like hickies
And still get to slip they
I'm sick of the hater- players,
With the flavors like a farm team
Like a river how I run through it,
Freezin' up your bodily fluids,
but don't really know what you be talkin about
get that complimentary watch, be out!
so swift you miss this lyrical fitness
Now get this, these emcees wanna test me like litmus,
I'm like shot clocks, interstate cops,
By all means, you need more practice,
I stay catchin' lyrical rep
What you expect, emcees hollerin'
Gettin' played like stone love
Order reverse your universe
Before your rise it gets worse
You need a night nurse like Gregory
Beggin' me, stop it hurts,
Like that's supposed to mean
You the one I seen frontin' in the club
Your act I don't buy it, I got the dub
come on just show your love
Visions occupy my synaptic space
to illustrate my mind's landscape
The tall grass, the low plains,
Thickets among the forests,
rivers beneath the bridges
Eavesdrop, and hear the incline of sunshine,
Stones in orbit, refuse to forfeit
and they came to absorb it
I follow suit, and face it, embrace it
but still I'm careful not to waste it
because I'm basement adjacent
Spirit is still so just chill and
Some heads approach like I'm
and shout but don't say shh
I ain't your student so I ain't to
I represent my strength without effort
My, method is unorthodox,
My serious synopsis will drop kick,
Run the gauntlets and galvanize
I don't come off with no corniness
My sign will make you jump
There ain't no bottom on the
Come on, come on, come on
Here we go, Blackstar, hop on
We bout to take y'all home
You know what I mean? Here we go
We got all markets on lock
throwin' like Kid Rock in bars
Men flock to where we are,
cause its the place to be
jump on stage and deface emcees
We sell our souls like Spawn and
come for the throne I sit upon
Freestyle or written songs,
Going back and forth, forth and back,
Passin' the mics like quarterbacks
Of course its phat, get off of that
Reverse psychology got 'em scared
to say when shit is whack
Out of fear of being called a hater,
We ain't havin' that reachin' past
the star status that you grabbin' at
My battle raps blast your ass back
So floss, cause what it costs
Cause I'm the one these Spice
But they can't, ain't no points for effort,
Cause your girl calls my name
And always drop the bona- fide
Ayo, later for the hater- players
later for these hater- players