Get my mothafuckin hands on this beat (yea nigga)
Told ya I was gonna get my hands on this beat (word up)
Ima go 113 bars (that's some real hiphop shit)
113 (lets go! )
Ima fighta not a lover
Yous a lover not a fighta
But I'm getting real slow
Like I had a lot of spida bites
Now throw your hands up
Like your caught up in a stickup
Ima go over your head like jordan in a game of pickup
And it aint really my fault that I stay tigha than a kuchi
And it aint really my fault that I spit rawer than some sushi
But I think it is my fault, already grown I know the dilly
Cause I'm street, and I touch more white than the name billy
More white than the name sally, they call cause they want brittany
I hit em with more baggies, I keep em along with me
If something is wrong with me, let the devil be my keepa
When we die they put us in a box, like a pair of sneaka's
And I think it's time for you to hang it up, just like a celly
And I been down route 46, and hit up all the telly's
And did my share of dirt, prolly smoked a ton of weed
And I never hit the brakes just like the movie Speed
What is it that these people need, do they want me to destroy it.
When I walk into a room, people rise like unemployment
I'm a vision to behold, when I'm rippin up the stage
Spreadin myself out for the bread like a glob of mayonnaise
If we was still makin records, then I prolly melt wax
And I'm similiar to yolk fiends, that make mad tracks
Listen I am what you lack, listen to my whole collection
Throw my sticker on your car like if you wanna pass inspection
Rep your local mc's, even though the dimes a dozen
Cause, some of them are sick like, when you fuck your cousin
First it wasn't, then it wasn't, yo this is isn't what you think
I do this involuntarily like when you blink
Ima drop a couple clues, let me drop a couple hints
Can't you see I am unique? like a set of fingerprints
Aint nobody got my style, aint nobody got my krunk
They get sloppy for a while, they get sloppy like a cunt
I'll be waitin out in front, like if you want to call the taxi
Why you ridin shotgun? when we treat you like the backseat
Absorb just like a maxi, ima leave you in the hudson
And I do this for my children, sock a cop on Teddy Ruxpin
Come up against a masta! its, rappin is my expertise
I think I got it fucked up, like a hooka's knees
Look at them and look at me, is there really any competition?
Calmly I'll defuse the situation like a bomb technician
I'm the type of person that demands your respect
Your skull is empty inside like a muslim is low tech
I'll suffocate a python, a poisonback, a rattlesnake
A force, I gotta softa side, my little daughter rattle shake
Daddy playin pattycake, I'm lethal as a ginsu
You goin have a rough time with all the shit I been through
My tongue is bleedin cause my words emerge as sharp as razors
Cyanide drives through the vents and kills the neighbors
My pen is vader saber, chop you up and kill you later
Time is ticking like the gutter, and peter pan's the alligator
I'm the procrastinator, chopped off my umbilical
Because of paranoia that my mom would take my lyrical
It's gonna take a miracle for me to get to the top
All I gotta do is keep it movin, like the hands on the clock
And spit nonstop, and show you what I got inside
Stay curtious, stay fresh like bodies with formaldehyde
Use the left lobe and right lobe and coordinate my brain
Like I've fallen out of favor and fame, like corey haim
This a game and I just won it man
I grab the ball and bat it man
I came here to exterminate it, take you out like taliban
So tell me what's the matter man, your off point like weathermen
Everybody got they top 10 like david letterman
Ima be up in your top 10, all in your graces
And you never find me in the same spot, like different places
Lets take this back to basics you could learn a couple lessons
I'm about to buck shots, like if I rolled with smith and wesson
I'm sharin all your confessions, feel the pressure you goin make it
While I'm layin the tele with your baby mama naked
Had to splack it, I can't take it, disrespect it, well you're bein
There's an energy that happens when 2 people are agreein
And lets agree to disagree and walk the path until it splits
But the path will leave scars in you like silicone tits
Blandy like a bowl of grits, man I know I got the vision
And I'm livin high definition like a television
Take it all or take a smidgeon, and I will go down in history
I swear to god I'll give my life for this and claim for victory
I'm crackin in like hickory, I'm hotter than a fireplace
The first place that I smoked a blunt was probably a firescape
Beast from the north isn't a chump I go hard
And I probably got more power in my voice than your god
Say b. e. a s t
B. e. a s t
B. e. a s t
(The mark of the beast is being put on the gums of an infant)
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113 Bars Lyrics

Beast 1333 – 113 Bars Lyrics