These Rappers Under The Hex

The Rule Understand The Hell
My attitude
Too Real Under The Heat
Inflammable
These Rappers Under The Hex
Too dumb
Talking Rhymes U Talking Heat
I’m the sun
Your flow is wack, saw him in person and told him that
Twenty year career and holding back
I don’t really like the games -- I’m too old for that
Too young to escape; all time great, that’s where my focus at
My quotes are like pics, you can poster that
More important than the stacks
Is that I own my raps
Oh yeah, we blowing that
I’m with Anna from Russia, that’s my polar Kat
It’s more than rap; Sell my soul? You gotta pause on that
Nah, they can call y’all for that
Still my crowd so proud you gotta force em back
State of euphoria is where I spend my mornings at
Your blogs are wack, you be leaving out important facts
Ask me, you even got boring tracks
The devil’s a liar so you hear me talking smack
In the jungle with the lion, took his head and brought it back
You ain’t for the hood, never seen you bring a portion back
Time to eat, we made it all from scratch
It’s Mr. Berri on the case like Mr. Perry
This rap shit is the hatchet I didn’t bury