Lyrics: My reign at the top, has just barely begun picking off you wack rappers, one by one I'ma blast at you fools, precise aim When I'm done My status as king, ya'll will proclaim Absorb with your mind, these lyrics and my witt Contacted from something divine.. I'm a prophet Prophet of this dark poetry Call me edgar allan poe Nothin special to ya'll though Thinkin I'm just joe blow I'm getting to the point But I don't know what it is yet I want ya'll to fear me though Wake in a cold sweat Understand that I am impregnable Can't eat ya'll rappers So bad, not even edible Society, support me Be my advocates Most rappers do enough to stay relevent I'll call em adequates This rap game, I'ma master it And for that, ya'll better love me Play hard on the outside but soft in the middle You just knockoff guys I should call you fiddles All that talk about guns When you probably have none Ya'll just keep rapping about it, And it's way overdone You best believe I got guns My mic is my toaster Squeezin on you rappers Hang yo bodies like posters This fake, uninspired rap Has been long played out It's ashame it's a big enough problem For me to write about Write about shit actually worth your fuckin breath Or as the future king of this game I'll put ya'll to death Yeah, a little overconfident I hear that alot But I'm hitting lyrical homeruns Sultan of swat Recently, there's been no competition Cause now, you fill out an application for the game & I'll consider ya'lls admission Dude told ...
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Obie Trice ft. Eminem & 50 Cent - Love Me (Remix)
Obie Trice ft. Eminem & 50 Cent - Love Me (Remix) Video Clips. Duration : 3.75 Mins.
Lyrics: My reign at the top, has just barely begun picking off you wack rappers, one by one I'ma blast at you fools, precise aim When I'm done My status as king, ya'll will proclaim Absorb with your mind, these lyrics and my witt Contacted from something divine.. I'm a prophet Prophet of this dark poetry Call me edgar allan poe Nothin special to ya'll though Thinkin I'm just joe blow I'm getting to the point But I don't know what it is yet I want ya'll to fear me though Wake in a cold sweat Understand that I am impregnable Can't eat ya'll rappers So bad, not even edible Society, support me Be my advocates Most rappers do enough to stay relevent I'll call em adequates This rap game, I'ma master it And for that, ya'll better love me Play hard on the outside but soft in the middle You just knockoff guys I should call you fiddles All that talk about guns When you probably have none Ya'll just keep rapping about it, And it's way overdone You best believe I got guns My mic is my toaster Squeezin on you rappers Hang yo bodies like posters This fake, uninspired rap Has been long played out It's ashame it's a big enough problem For me to write about Write about shit actually worth your fuckin breath Or as the future king of this game I'll put ya'll to death Yeah, a little overconfident I hear that alot But I'm hitting lyrical homeruns Sultan of swat Recently, there's been no competition Cause now, you fill out an application for the game & I'll consider ya'lls admission Dude told ...
Lyrics: My reign at the top, has just barely begun picking off you wack rappers, one by one I'ma blast at you fools, precise aim When I'm done My status as king, ya'll will proclaim Absorb with your mind, these lyrics and my witt Contacted from something divine.. I'm a prophet Prophet of this dark poetry Call me edgar allan poe Nothin special to ya'll though Thinkin I'm just joe blow I'm getting to the point But I don't know what it is yet I want ya'll to fear me though Wake in a cold sweat Understand that I am impregnable Can't eat ya'll rappers So bad, not even edible Society, support me Be my advocates Most rappers do enough to stay relevent I'll call em adequates This rap game, I'ma master it And for that, ya'll better love me Play hard on the outside but soft in the middle You just knockoff guys I should call you fiddles All that talk about guns When you probably have none Ya'll just keep rapping about it, And it's way overdone You best believe I got guns My mic is my toaster Squeezin on you rappers Hang yo bodies like posters This fake, uninspired rap Has been long played out It's ashame it's a big enough problem For me to write about Write about shit actually worth your fuckin breath Or as the future king of this game I'll put ya'll to death Yeah, a little overconfident I hear that alot But I'm hitting lyrical homeruns Sultan of swat Recently, there's been no competition Cause now, you fill out an application for the game & I'll consider ya'lls admission Dude told ...
