Dead Or Alive

(Reezy). Verse 1 And so it go lights camera action I hope that imma spit this shit clear with no need for captions Its funny how niggas who wanna get sanctioneD Put up some girly attitude just to attract attention The industry used to be knOwn for grooming real talk Buh now its just some phoney ass people that's going actors Now if money and fame are the only factors Then patience and gain will be the actors that were left off Autotune Was killed but it was never buried So it walks amongst the living likE an undead spirit Haunting the game uhm sorTta like molly hartley So we'll just kill it again and this time make sure its buried Niggas instead of being fly like birds Be tweaking they voices so that they now sound like birds Only problem Is how they forget that birds just sing So quit rap homie go ahead and try some new things Make a wish, make a wish, make a wish We know if wishes were horses, everybody wouLd be kings So we'll all have horses, and the only thing left in the game wouLd be corpses, synopsis Verse 2 2, Its like a Catch 22 Should I place some shots Or maybe create a bullet holE through The heads of those that spit rubbish and den cAll it the truth Misleading the masses telling them how they are the proof Of what may happen if they don't think outsiDe of the roof So they're out there in vocal booths Spitting disgraceful spoofs So nOw we're useD to the fact we're being used Instead oF using our knowledge as power to protect the truth In truth the listeners behave just like bitches do Cos its bitches that Enjoy being lIed to So I should, stand up and fight too Pick up a shield and sword thE iNdustry dies we all die too I'm a simile to martin luther cos I av a dream That real rap will one day be the picture on the widest screen So let's be mean Osama bin laden Dropping bombs on counterfeits until we hear them screAm Since the death of john the baptist there's been violence And the ones that take it by force are the violent At the sound of the siren Just get violent This the death of autotune moment of silence! Verse 3 On a third thought It wouldn't hurt to throw some shots Just place scOpe 'long the coordinates of some hot shots Trynna sit Em Down and talK to them wouldn't work So I just cooked a meal for they brains I call that foOd for thought They say hiphop Is dead, now that's some real shit So real rappers are oNly spitting out some dead shit Buh dead or alive, we knee deep in this rap shit This Is a resurrection, get the fuck Outta that tomb bitch Now for y'all that branded yourselves after fish skins THat are slimey and slippeRy like fish kins Or even as wet as the insIdes of a bitchs skin I bring them out and eat em all up like puskins Yuck! Y'all shouldn't even talk Bring em out, lay em down, u all deserve to be flogged Strap thEm tight to the chair, electrocute they asses Or maybe lethal injection would just do the magic Now for y'all that spit real like a seminar class Cheers to yall, u eaves dropping u hear the clink of glass It was a massacre bury the bodies en masse In nomine partre.. Oh! fuck it....... its a reqiem mass