First Words Worse

[C-Rayz Walz] The truth is y’all haters had to lie to do it I am loose like a loop is with a loop chick grindin' to it Old school like colt 45, lunch lines and pumas You heard I blaze hoop? I denied the rumors Your mic don’t sound nice, you shouldn’t even check 1,2 I disrespect who come through, my intellect is kung-fu In the midst of the women, that miss the man The new millennium bush baby, with a mystic plan Digi download, sound scan exam, top ten choice You wanna speak out? My label keeps getting my invoice If I sound sarcastic, I meant to do it Wack emcee’s breath stink, you need a mint [Hook] Revenge of the first Rap, hip-hop, underground, mainstream Stop lick a shot, pop, hit the charts Aim for the top, and still get down when we drop X2 [C-Rayz Walz] I got different flows for different shows They don’t know the half, I am different on a ho I use a knife to cut clad, but if the fights not ending These old school slugs can get ya life suspended Your not safe with the ninjas hatred agenda Fix ya shape up (go head), put your face in a blender There’s no such thing as friendly contradiction My competition loses consciousness of composition While I am on the toilet with an L My shit is smokin', I got grown folks laughin' They think the kids jokin' But I won't dumb it down, to double my dollars I'd rather piss on your lawn, then leave a puddle in my boxers Get knocked out before round ones begun Just for gettin' smart with me, and you sound dumb Melon head coward motherfuck your honeydew crew that’s lookin' No need to fight you fool, my cough is woopin' [Hook] Revenge of the words Rap, hip-hop, underground, mainstream Stop lick a shot, pop, hit the charts Aim for the top, and still get down when we drop X2 [El-P] When I rap you hear spaceships, martians, lasers, targets I face fuck ya bitch squad, lace anal compartments Comic books, bibles, bar-codes, orphans This little tarana go spit livin' distorted This wanna live in the clearing of sins fortress Brooklynites babble on, crass, blast portraits Meanwhile back in the box cutter for tongue talk micro Cause I am awesome plus dumb bop Young cop rookie the pj beat nerve rack tension City of stress depressed words slap brethren 45 dust dirty dumb shit Analog function punctured run bitch covered The cloud of defeat complete hovers Juxie slow burn, slow mo, flow colors Rookie no run, just son suck something El product album of raw saw destruction [Hook] Revenge of the words Rap, hip-hop, underground, mainstream Stop lick a shot, pop, hit the charts Aim for the top, and still get down when we drop X2 [C-Rayz Walz] And this verse is the soundtrack to sickness I give it to all y’all who think you can't get it