That Life Shit

[Etcetera] I heard all the ciphers but then again Your circle of feminine gentlemen Be trying to expose bars and show me love like Greenwich Village and Wimbledon Your text I write, damage ya mental Now while I think of writing you still checking out my brain But you gotta examine a pencil, for the prop skills and the credentials I pack 'em in like sixteen muthafuckers crammin' the rental I perish you over Tebit and play the plan of the temple My scholast' automatic witty technical tactic Perpertuate's dominance over the plastic wannabe addict and rhyming fanatic Critical lyrical, enter and we feeling this digital Placing butterflies in your umbilicals These and killable syllables attack pitiful typicals Giving you goosebumps making your spine chillable I rest on Wycoff for murder where this fat bitch was attempting To have me heard on her girdle and her sexual circle, one up my building My love like a gerbil, she wanna be Urkel, but she slow like a turtle And I'm crazy hyper, mental shit is like baby diapers Loving women and specific who don't claim the lady like her Twenty/eighty strikes ya, like a nigga talking shit to 80 bikers I fight the dead bodies up in your cribs You can be the livest muthafucka know where you live Anyway, I rumble on the humble, to make the highest establishment tumble And trumble, that's how it be like bumble you Fumble the ball and be normal as hell, general like Stalin I'm certain, that when you enter the stage, I be the hand closing the curtain Fuck faking the pearl then, putting the work in like a slave Putting the dirt in, your open sores that are hurting Just to manifest the lyrical skill I spill that shit That leave you all horizontally still You wanna ill? On the road, I have my tour bust follow you Musical mogul master, leave your ride a bloody mess like Count Dracula's Acura From backseat, to driver's seat and passenger Packing the lyrical calibur to splatter your harness of scavengers Don't battle me, if you want your career, don't challenge me The last challenger blew up, when it flew up These sharp ass lyrical scar, whoever you are For claiming that your shit is so hard... *scratches* "Hard!" "Hard!" "Hard!" "Hard!" "Hard!" "Hard!" [Etcetera] This that hard shit, not that same ol' regular shit Comercialize, by this and that, won't but Etcetera shit That hard shit, that type of shit that drive your ass up the ward That shit that make the hottest, cuz you know's ain't nothing at all That hard shit, shit to said, this is what killed rapping Fuck a standing ovation, you should of had a crowd on stilts clapping That hard shit, that shit that make you jet from your plan That you was down for mad years, but to get with our plan That hard shit, this Ectetera, aka, Octagon Supreme shit That crucial critical vulgar extreme shit That hard shit, that essential shit, that mental shit The balance between joking around and showing up dental shit That hard shit, this that shit that makes me lyrically fly For those who deny, that shit that gets you punched in your eye That hard shit, that clever, intelligent, witty shit Brooklyn mood, the 20 eighty, hip hop New York City shit That hard shit, just do raw delivery This that shit, that make you throw up your flame like the Statue of Liberty That hard shit, that's that flavor, major miraculous Twisted metaphor, made you put your freshness against my wackness That hard shit, I guess I be the most invigerating MC known to mankind, spitting shit your kids'll be imitating That hard shit, for all them bitch niggas who fronted on track Like they all that, knowing they didn't want it like that That hard shit, this that shit that put the squash that made the beef And fucked your head up, like bitches sucking dick with razor teeth That hard shit, say that shit that's coming harder than hard From out of 2080 nigga, God is the squad That hard shit, I'm guaranteed to certify your shit is dead Portables leaving ya crew like, you heard what that nigga said That hard shit, that wild, obnoxious and loud shit Disrespectfully rude, inconsiderate and foul shit That hard shit, that 20/80's shit, what crazy with you made me spit That gravy shit, that come wetter than how your lady get That hard shit... ah man, fuck it, you get the point