How We Do It

Intro: To all my haters Take a hiatus Cause you can't block me I'm unstoppable Cause the Abstract King Is running this rap scene So you can't top me It's impossible Verse 1: Thought you shot me down? Well, you misled You rhymes say you tight? Think you misread Planned to get me down, but instead I'm high or you are cause you got me twisted On fire like I'm chemically in balance: I'm solar And bust like I'm chemically unbalanced: Supernova So watch out or you won't see the light of day Learn now, dummy. Change your life and live a brighter way Cause saying Fiya doesn't make tight songs Just feels wrong like hating on 50 Tyson Since it's written autistically, spitting artistically And I'm still trying to make them better; rhymes are all sick to me Dr. Manhattan them; watch men get flattened and smash them into atoms cause they ain't talking flattering Jib Jabbering gets rib jabbed up in. Stop flapping them gums...you don't know who you're attacking, son Way in over your head; heavyweight against a pea brain So I hope I knock some sense into you, boy, cause you going to be seeing things Chorus: (I know you know) That you can not be forgetting (You know I know) That I am the hardest hitting (I Know you know) That your hating is forbidden (You know I know) That it's time to hand out whippings Yea, man, that's how we do it when we come up here and do it (Yea, man, that's how we do it when we come up here and do it) Yea, man, that's how we (do it) when we come up here and (do it) Yea, man, that's how we do it (when we come up here and do it) Do it Verse 2: Folks know hating on me is a no no Cause otherwise you'll be extinct like Dodos Since you ain't fly, I'ma make sure you know so And I can't even do it in the way of Loso Cause the way he bodied you was simply so so And anything less than excellent is a no go My brain also thinks in terms of BOGO Beat One rapper Get One fan base...OH! Says the crowd; they go nuts As I shut you down: score is 3 mil to donuts Cause ya'll act allergic: no nuts No guts, the glory's mine once I destroy these opponents Decrepit, pathetic pistachios with nasty flows Get trashed by those rich tragic Lohans Hiltons. No man respects you women Sorry, bro, the term is like your skinny jeans: fitting Chorus Verse 3: I kill loathers in my loafers for the loafs of Bread just to pay off my chauffeurs Yes, I'm driven. Insane asylum prison Is main call of duty like a warden warning If you don't get your mind right, it's off to Arkham Or Shutter Isle while I'll be starting Treatment on you weaklings with lyrical leprosy Figured it's best that we tell you to keep your distance; don't step to me Cause every breath you breathe will just make you sicker still Making your body sympathize with how burning wicks will feel Get the deal? Nah, won't coupon like chickens will I just shook the game up, cause I got Richter skills Scales tell me I'm a heavyweight so featherweight Haters should meditate on why I let them hate So if you face the great, I'm going to devastate Your whole career. No need to investigate Chorus Outro: To all my haters Take a hiatus Cause you can't block me I'm unstoppable Cause the Abstract King Is running this rap scene So you can't top me It's impossible