No Mention

[Verse 1:] I don't be stressin over fellas that dont b really be checkin for me Been doing this regularly I chew off the head of a beast quickly Keep em abreast of my pedigree I'm a master with better degrees Better believe I spit a sick game How you invest then settle for cheap They selling you rhetoric never acceptable at a fixed rate Ya better get with the metaphors Meta-7s Meta-11s I'm giving up to you this day You would think the shit is invisible You can't even witness the skill killing you like gammas and X-rays On the other end of the spectrum Ya still can't see me with ultraviolet blue and infrared rays I been amongst the city scum The trifling niggas collecting urine and pitching it out their windows You be overlooking me Can't see where I'm coming from Stay young and dumb getting burned by the innuendo [Breakdown] Ima eat a lil nigga up for breakfast Put you in a state of shock It's electric Take away the anesthetic till you're breathless I get aggressive No question Why you sitting there worried bout the next prick? Getting mad cuz ur name ain't on the guestlist Looking stupid when you feeling so pretentious Just accept it [Hook] No Mention You just the next bitch Begging for attention Come for the Prez leave headless And you get no mention I LIVE You just the next bitch I LIVE Begging for attention I LIVE Come for the Prez leave headless And you get no mention [Verse 2] Ha haaaa If u on that bullshit swag I will not participate Burn you at the stake or should I eviscerate You busy pitchin them pennies with underhand strokes Gotta have ya two cents knowing everybody broke I suppose u really digging for gold, let it go Why u gotta have ya nose all in everybody dope? You ain't built for that, and I must mitigate Better get it straight Stick a dick in the stigmas u instigate And let it penetrate Wait It ain't been safe Everybody know killers at large and everybody tote Photographers ain't always running round with a Canon And real soldiers don't always throw down with a cannon Truuu! [Repeat Breakdown + Hook] Yo Prez Talk to em On some real shit uh huhhh [Verse 3] They say lyricism is dead But you know that these niggas ain't paying for skills They barely got skills to be paying the bills You that the shit that I'm saying is real It's cray and it's trill And most of you yapping can't handle this If you tried you would sound like you stammering So quit the shenanigans I'm hot as a wick at the end of a candle tip How in the fuck are you managing To get in the game witcha mans and them? Real niggas is out here famishing And you ashy monkeys need lanolin I will be killing these phonies and giving a eulogy with a damn mandolin You fucking your way to the top End up with chlamydia cutting a champion Fuck out of here, go back to ya baby moms she needs pampering There is no way that you're tampering With the spirit of me and my handsome men Ya aptitudes I'm damaging I sound like I'm speaking Mandarin? The thrill is gone Terminal, killing ya, flow cancerous And you get no mention Oh you the next bitch Begging for attention? Come for the Prez Leave headless And you get no mention!