'95 Tip

[Intro] This right here, homie This got first tape shit, you know what I’m saying? For my real heirs All my real hip hop motherfuckers, they know they're losing shit, you know what I mean ? So we gon' get it like this Let that beat drop, Psychological [Verse 1] I spit fifties and shit hundreds Do shit that's undid Spontaneously combust in these bitches guts I get 'em wet, no need to touch Break their back like Dutches Keep 'em close like the toast I clutch Never the less I'm never depressed I keep feelings suppressed One of the best but need to listen if I'mma progress I'm ready to live, I'm ready to die, I'm ready to ride for rap I said it on a record, now I can't take it back Stop, I shut it down like a bloodclot Smoke MCs, like a fuckin bumbaclot Mic check, I come to catch wreck Death before dishonor so I'm coming for your neck I pop MCs like Hymens Y'all glass posing in studs but I'm a diamond Now recon, you need to listen I'm never dissin' Unless your shit is wack, I'll beat you into submission Catch me fishin' Cause I'm eating for a lifetime Wisdom in my mind I'm a star watch me shine Fucking your bitch from behind Record it and hit rewind I'm nasty, construct rhymes like rhinoplasty A hip-hop statue Rhymes coming at you, God bless you When I kick wisdom it never stress you or test you Unless you a dumb ass motherfucker (Psychological) Yeah, no want no more Fuck it, ayo [Verse 2] Said this is mathematic tactics Murder this rap shit Intravenously inject my prophylactics Inhale my words like a fresh batch of Vicks Similar to black ice cause the flow so slick What's up, rappers hear the rhyme they slit they wrists up Do a whole 'lotta talking, no rapping like fisticuffs Ah, yeah, (Turn my headphones up) That's all you sayin' but I'm sprayin' and I can't get enough Raw, rugged and rough My alter ego, Mr. Tough I'll call your bluff Face to face never snuff I murder you with predicate poetic balletic shit No mercy cause if I grip the mic they might curse me Da Vinci flow Then I grip the mic I'm in control Before I manifested tendons I was rhyming as a embryo Living in vertigo Half of these fuckers don't know Yeah, all day Drop tracks like that All nuts in Maryland stand up, that's it I'm out, peace, one love Fuck if you doubt me (You are watching a master at work) Dawg, Dawg, Would you care for a glass of grape juice? Nigga, what the fuck is juice? I want some grape drink, baby