159 Bars

[Verse] I'll son you like I just busted a nut in your mom Battle me? You have a better chance fucking a gong You little chicken ass nigga, you belong on the farm On a plate, with your tail smothered in barbecue sauce Grand Unified it’s our war! I carry a heavy artillery rifle that's longer than Andre the giant’s arm Make you nervous like you in Watts leaving your car alone I have you running from the game like you was Karl Malone I've been to war your dog tags ain't even real All I have to do was pierce your heart and watch the kool-aid spill Take a C plus class get with the program I'll embarrass you like you showed up to school with no pants As a grown man with shit stains in your boxers I'll chop you up faster than propellers from helicopters You ain't ready for war, why you looking to start one? I beat you worse than Shredder did them turtles in part one I'm part sun part moon and all-star Like the 93 million miles-tall with one ass cheek raw and Chuck Taylor’s Yeah, you can go and sell your soul for a buck if you ain't gettin' enough paper Shit! We can battle for 10,000 a pop But the only time you MC is when you're mouthing a cock Don't even expect me to believe your ridiculous lies You couldn't see me if you was god with ubiquitous eyes I'm sick with the rhymes there's not even a cure for what I have No Prescription or medicated injections for my ass I'm sicker than a chick that carries a 5-foot-dick On her period I'm that serious about this shit Any given moment I can focus and build enough power To launch myself in space at light-speed and sustain it for hours Aiming at you cowards Who, just afraid to be yourself With my sub-atomic disruptors from the Denorios belt What do you know about spittin'? Nigga, I'm deep with this shit I'll keep ripping 'till linear time as we know it ceases to exist I'm a melody addict music was integrated into my deoxyribonucleic acid If you can't hack it do me a favor and step the fuck off Or I grab a semi-automatic and let the fuck off A 100 bars you want a 100 bars you get I'm a warrior I'll end up going in town with this shit You couldn't get down on me if I stuffed you under the dirt In a casket within the soil of my own turf You softer than a nerf how'd you expect to destroy me I'm King Kong, all your weapons gonna do is annoy me You bore me like a rerun that I've seen 50 times And hearing the lame rappers spitting the same 50 rhymes With 50 lines regarding your fucking nickels and dimes Who can't even write a quarter of a half decent rhyme But 12 and a half percent of the time, they know the truth If it wasn't for your label nobody would even notice you I know about things that are just so massive That if you saw'em you you would probably have a heart attack after Like existential savagery the compton effect Grand unified theories and the great wall of galaxies As far as ripping motherfucker, you's a newbie I take you about as serious as a PG-13 horror movie I'm raw like sushi You could have the combined powers of superman and hulk and still couldn't move me Like I need arms to reach at you Shit I don't even need to be a ground type pokémon to take a Pikachu And not to mention my indomitable vision To blow your molecular structure across the 12th dimension I'm just sickening You don't wanna rumble with me I'll put the gloves on you just want to fumble the beat If you was mercury within the thermometer in a 100 degrees You still couldn't come up with heat I generate the fire while you still tryin' to be gangsta Gangsta? You're about as gangsta as Lizzie McGuire A sissy for hire take it up in the rectum ass nigga Nasty like a gonorrhea infected ass nigga You's a wimpy ass nigga I'd gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger a day ass nigga Fucking smurf I chase you off the block like I was Gargamel You need to throw that bullshit that you writing in garbage pail Slaughtering me is fucking hard as hell Cuz when you think you got me on the ropes and beat man, it's hard to tell If you ain't feeling this then you can get your money back But I promise you I spit lyrics sweeter than Honey Smacks Cuz when I kill you there ain't no coming back That's why whenever you see me you should start running like running back Or running track like a bitch with the weave You could have HIV and still wouldn't be sicker than me I got more balls than a jailer can rack I'm probably the only backpack you know with actual bars in his bag But you're hardest nigga rapping? That's why I'm laughing Yeah, about as hard as a wet paper napkin I can probably spit some icicles and toast that nigga Even my girl told me "baby roast that nigga" I got more accuracy than a navy sniper My beats and rhymes are funkier than some chunky milk and baby diapers So pay the piper before I get inside ya I'll have you screaming in so much pain you're hollering out for your messiah Syllable spitting I'll have your mental ascended into the highest position to conquer the opposition Whether it's freestyle or written or battling in the trenches Making your last stand repelling Iraqi dissidents I've been there, done that You livin' a lie Buying guns and don't even know what ammunition to buy But you're willing to die trying I'll have you so twisted you'll be hearing the lights and seeing the damn sirens I get around like a tire, spit high like a geyser My music spin and runs the motherfucking web like a spider You could smoke weed in a space-shuttle, couldn't get higher I maintain a higher orbit in my civilian attire I'll take it back, stone knives and bear skin So well trained I could kill you with a hair pin My music's a trap I set it where the scared live But it's only a trap cause you can't tell where the snare is I've been asked to ghost-write for ghost-writers And bring the drama, as Kay Slay was a soaps writer You don't want it I'm a classic like Bad Dudes I got more soul than James Brown wearing Shaq’s shoes Cause if you cross me and I have to go to drama mode You won't forget it like the motherfucking Contra code Up up, down down, left - right, left - right, B – A select start And that ain't even the best part I'll take your 30 lives and wipe my ass with'em And leave you crew sweating more than extremely fat women I ain't trying to stack millions I'm trying to spit some incredibly dope and outrageously fat lyrics For all whose timing Look: I'm still rhyming [look at your clocks] 5 minutes and 30 seconds with good timing You wonder how I even get deep without diving 20,000 leagues under sea without dying 20,000 degrees in the heat without frying Without shining, I can still blind you I'm that vibrant A rap tyrant and I ain't even that violent But I am enough to stab you up in your face with a trident My persistent attack is relentless I give you a shot in your mouth like a dental assistance If you diss this one-of-a-kind lyrical misfit I'm titanium made, while you as brittle as bisquick You wanna battle then prepare to be wasted But I'll drop you faster than a drill sergeant in basic So think twice before you try to come face this Cause I'll destroy you and leave the game faster than Ma$e did I spit shit with no intention to stop I spit from now on until my album is dropped I spit for Easy, Big Pun, Biggy and Pac East to left coast Brooklyn, Compton to Watts It would take you to blow off my fucking noggin to stop And even without my head I'd continue to rock And even without a demo to shop... I'll still lace you from the bottom, middle to top Don't tempt me, I fucking mean it, I'm simply The lyrical version of Leonardo DaVinci There's no reason they should call you an MC Even under hypnosis you couldn't convince me On top of that I'll grind your crew up to mince meat Cause the idea of them picking up the mic offends me Cause they don't do because they wanna be MC They do this shit because they think that it's trendy But not me I'm gonna climb the mountain Stop along the way and battle the local townsmen Tell'em they remind me of Theo, Simon and Alvin And even kill a mountain lion if he tries to ponce in A hundred bars? I could have went for a 1,000 And even kicked them straight underwater without drowning And if you thought 159 was astounding I actually kicked 160 but who's counting?