Dead Wrong

[Hook] The weak and the strong Who got it going on? You're dead wrong The weak and the strong Who got it going on? You're dead wrong I'll make it rain pain on your circle like a crop duster Stole the show like a robber in a Blockbuster To the chicken-shits and cocksuckers Accept defeat, my CD is a sock-stuffer Peeps don't pay attention when I make CDs Even though I'm dope, call me Kool ADD They need speed to see me when I slay these beats What they mad for? Cuz they ain't elite Smoke til it's misty, ash the jay I'm the dealer kid, you need cash to play Too many wack cats have been tryna rap of late You're garbage, man, I'm taking out the trash today Style is key, until that's locked down You ain't fly, you're looking like Black Hawk Down High priest, I'ma finna pack pot now All-seeing eye, get your stash spot found I rap hot how you hogs ever gon' step? Roll a jay, get salad fingers, vegetable breath I wanna power puff but no medical left So I'm filling my cup up with Chemical X Step with something sharp, get laid flat I have rap down pat, you don't say jack I want the fortune, yo, I'm tryna dip from Point Keep a quarter in my pocket tryna flip a coin On a quest for love to get rid of the black thoughts Getting shot down by dimes, check the black box Some rhymers don't realize I rap lots One-liners go over their heads, knock their hats off Like a gat cocked In the hands of the Man With No Name Flow game flame like propane Take out a wack rapper like rice and lo mein You're scaring birds away, because you got no brain You got no heart, you're repping the price Every punk with a pen's preaching weapons and vice Your passion is purchased, my rapping is nice You're scratching the surface cuz you're trapped under ice I'm fly like a pigeon, die like a villain Put you priss teens in a pristine prison I'ma end my fifteen minutes with a big-screen finish With your sister in Sistine sinning I'm genocide mixed with Apocalypse Now When I touch down I'ma be the talk of the town I get you on your feet like you're walking around And I'll be rocking it out like Pac in the crowd I'm working on a mixtape to hawk in the street Put my bars in your mouth, but not when you eat Tongues tingle every time I talk on a beat I'll never go pop, but I still rock and I'm sweet The shit you talking is cheap, hate and hubris Turn you Phantom of the Opera when you face the music You Harvey Dent, I went harder, sent A postcard with rent to your apartment I thought I could help a little bit with the bills Cuz you can't spell well and you'll never be ill With every written I'm clever as shit Better marry into money or you'll never be rich Lots of cats keep claiming They're married to the game when I'm clearly the best, man, I'll bury you a lame You call a woman bitch, I call her by her name No currency, ironic, ain't a dollar to my name Pen verses like a wide receiver, I'm going long Wrote a song so amateur rappers could try to flow along The weak and the strong, who got it going on? You're dead wrong [Hook] The weak and the strong Who got it going on? You're dead wrong The weak and the strong Who got it going on? If you ain't say my name, you're dead wrong