Weird emcees

 weird emcees scared to be Gs, once feared until sex charges weren't cleared
traitors to they own race, now they got shit on' they face
low card no ace, this is really the time they should travel to space
disgrace no taste, anger misplaced, life in prison sacrificed to save they race

We needed to be saved from love cause its blind
trusting music personalities we lost our minds
can we get it bakc, a psychosis closest to smoking crakc
tears im holding bakc, golden years of wax poisoned by blakcs 
most aint share shit, yell in them cells while you taking dikc
i hope they take you shit like you did to a helpless bitch
prewife she nice her life messed up the man is how she should have dressed up

the test was tough but you loved the puff cough from the smoke
you the joke cope or have a stroke yall woke nope enough i hope
some never quit the dum run shit the ones getting trikced by people who slikc

some swallow spit some swallow dikc but rap about taking hits
using a garbage bags when taking shits quikc to rape a bitch and rich
above the law cause wood in your jaw diddy and jay the last straw
they don't help us so what we give them our cash for they hitting dudes in the ass raw
the master's at they door they been left the rest of us poor we support they tours 

while they expoit us like whores we following men who are swaowing they friends whi are men 
while in the public eye they pretend lets hope this the end

from the gate you low rate snowflake

leave doe and shake or get drowned found in a lake

face like a pancake damn what i spake is great

mentally in shape for the papes your body ill bake

the shotty cant wait and cant escape bukcshots hot

fukc shooting straight disintegrate your space

disposable waste compose without haste

your mind i lace peace sign disgraced misplaced

switch place the ditch was dug with a hug

some loved body scrubbed like in a tub cuz

a rat the plug shit bugged put body in a rug

pull the plug under the hull shots in the skull

raging bull thug paid in full stabb you until knife dull

get slayed real cruel foes dying not firing sire has no kin

change hues i rule like iron emergency siren

always ringing fans admiring

you will die for aspiring

to be higher than men

sing to the king swing slim

i get in the ring to win heads spin

dreads turn red then burn him



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