Wide Spread

[Verse One: Jakki] Jakki The Motamouth, the definition of raw Go ahead and eat me, my worms will devour your jaw You want the real shit? Hold out your palms Let me place my ass on 'em I donate to the cause I bet a whore wouldn't fuck with your easy metaphors Set a course To simple simile planet, you banished I'm sick of hearing weak comparisons I'll smack you dense You fuck with me, I'll make your wack ass practice abstinence You in the house? I'll go up in your crib and crash your turf And show you I'll eat up your self esteem in mama's afterbirth You gotta pile of tricks? I got a pile of shit I toss it at you like, "Here, go play with this while I rip." I'll go to Heaven and bargain with God For control of diplomas Then stroll to Hell with a flying pig to freeze it over You hard as fuck ain't you? You walk your talk pal? Snatch off your knee caps motherfucker...walk now When I enter a room with a handful of goons Swinging they rap like a bag of buffoons I bash 'em with brooms Which one of y'all silly niggas think you can rock the mic? I'll hit you with a box of 50,000 Copywrites Throw your hardest punches at me, I'm still awake The easiest way to sleep me is playing your tape I'll crack your melon Yo, might this child be outta place? Kid I'm happiness repellent, wipe the smile right off your face Lay a finger on Jakki, watch how I diss you I'll possess your whole family and make your mama rip you I'll follow you to your lovers house Kick in the front door Let one of my bitches beat your ass while I fuck yours You praise the day the pain stops (Jakki it's not working) I'll rain on your parade with raindrops the size of Mercury So bring the baddest nigga in your clique to open me I'll throw a verse at him that'll have your whole wack crew quoting me [Copywrite] Christ Himself said I'm nice as hell You 1/12th the fraction of my faction I'm twice the scale Your eyes will melt once I propel out wit The hardest joint on your album would be our sell out shit I distribute a poison, it's mixture of venom and vinyl 'MC' for you is a tentative title Drop whatever primitive idol you worship Learn to pray, tell you a virgin gave birth to a [?] I'm [?] and turn the dictionary Into the obituaries My niche is to spit the odds beyond peons And rock on the break of social security The break of dawn is too premature for me I bounce [?] towards Earth Your head'll burst And my mouth's motor runs at 12,000 mhz You've got nowhere near what it takes to injury me You not fit to change anyone who's name even begins with 'C' So keep it down We won't stoop to how you cretins sound Me and the Motamouth will talk shit until our teeth are brown Then freeze time and watch you age It hurts for you to admit my birth marks the dawn of a new age [Hook: Jakki (Copywrite)] I got a proposal that'll cause disposal to sappy wide spread If a rapper ain't a ten (Then put a nine to his head) Pull the trigger if he wack (That'll cause a lot of strife) Most rappers now-a-days couldn't be tight if they rapped for they life [Scratches] "I hold the mic" "Ruin your prototype when Moto strikes" - MHz 'Rocket Science' "Copywrite" "If I offend you, fuck it I intend to" - MHz 'Rocket Science' [Verse Two: Copywrite] You mention me? You better jump a fence for me After one verse, listeners acquire a chemical dependency The rawest clique in history to rip a mic Device so nice I walk the strip, looked up and caught a glimpse of Christ Every pimp with ice I ever battled lost They came fast to get they brain smashed to applesauce If I don't get you, Motamouth will blow ya out Two pedophiles with vulgar mouths, controlling bouts You cats are gone once the track is on When I catch wreck for the fifth time, you'll just be catching on You ain't shit I'll battle you and whoever my crew ain't with This two brain clique's aerial bound, tearing it down In silly ciphers, turn merry-go-rounds into burial grounds Stay out the session when I'm lacing joints Any suggestion to battle is out the question Like an exclamation point [Jakki] Every time you attempt to throw a line, I will restrict 'em You words are like your whole fucking advance cause I predict 'em Is Jakki The Motamouth always that nice? (You damn skippy) A hundred minds throw punchlines at the same time, you still can't hit me Crossing my path will have you repenting Even one missed punch from me will have you eternally flinching Even if you the craziest nigga you'll see pain I'll simply keep pounding in senses until you plead 'sane' Your tired approach you can consider history You, your crew, even your mom and daddy ain't shit to me I'll smack all MC's with one swing, I'm that raw Lyrics always catch you cause they coming from a trapped jaw Bring your technical diction I'll improvise Lace my words with acid and burn your brain till you simplify It's so clear that I have no fear Break into your crib, rob you Show up the next day to battle in your gear From A to Z You can run down every word in the dictionary And still not have enough to hang with me Obey the laws? I'm much too stuck up I'll rock the mic in a courthouse and tell the judge to shut the fuck up [Hook: Copywrite (Jakki)] I got a proposal that'll cause disposal to sappy wide spread If a rapper ain't a ten (Then put a nine to his head) Pull the trigger if he's wack (That'll cause a lot of strife) Most rappers now-a-days couldn't be tight if they rapped fo' they life [Scratches] "I hold the mic" "Ruin your prototype when Moto strikes" "Copywrite" "On this Earth to diss crews, on plot I'm vexed" - Mhz 'Rocket Science'