Week 3 (Acappella)

Yo, let me take you back to a time when rappers liked to compete Now anybody I'm versus will get wiped off they feet You'll never body my verses in a cypher or street Stifle with me, you'll get clapped with drums like it's a beat You gon' regret awakening this Titan from sleep It's constriction, I rap circles round you, then tighten with ease It's like a headlock, so yeah I got the right to release I'm a cool dude in person, but when I write, I'm a beast Get right on your knees, suck on my dick, like it's a treat Like throwing a steak at 2 dogs, bitches fight for the meat I'm on TV, might as well say what I like and just preach Fuck sending stoners to jail, they should indict the police Send racist pigs to the slaughterhouse, slice, get a piece Now we're back in Iraq, so watch your life, get a piece I hope this ISIS crisis gets dealt with and I get some peace They killing the wrong Christians, who they tryna ice is just me! I'm Rap's Christ, can you see?