Hip Hop Till the Guns Come out

Click, clack, click
I’mma be the one to set it off like it’s 'bout that time
Sharper with the rhyme, I can stick that spine
You might be nice on the mic but ain’t slick like mine
I’m murderous like with a thick-ass dime
You coward muthafucka, I’m 'bout to cut you
So off like a bitch who ain’t earned his stripes
To get back to the block like a virgin dyke
Wanna bargain but can’t afford the merchandise, shit
Go get a loan, bitch, I be on my throne chillin'
It’s the, I’m the microphone killer
Murkin' the masses, none shall pass
I trip 'em out like I’m acid, overdosed they ass
Leave 'em smokin' like a Pyrex, hot venom
Outspoken with the dialect, take caution
Never diss the Suspekt, in this rappin' I’m fluent
The
hamo
head master, you only the student
I can’t even shake with yo' blunt-ass rhymes
Who the hell you foolin' with your bullshit lines?
We look the same but you faked the flow
I be workin' in the fields, you a house negro (ah)
685, boy, you better respect
Sharpen up a toothbrush and leave it stuck in your neck
Apia to the death, that’s real shit (c'mon)
Earl Sweatshirt, the queer bitch
Man, fuck your mixtape and your wack-ass style
Your mama sent you out here 'cause she don’t love a child
I don’t blame it, you should’ve been a load on her stomach
Heard your pops walked out like that nigga comin' (ah)
Any rapper tryna diss Samoa could get murked up in the second, left dead on the
floor
Watch your mouth though, uce, I might just run in your house
Like hey, it’s hip hop till the guns come out (ah)
685, boy, you better respect
Sharpen up a toothbrush and leave it stuck in your neck
Watch your mouth though, uce, I might just run in your house
Like hey, it’s hip hop till the guns come out (ah)
685, boy, you better respect
Sharpen up a toothbrush and leave it stuck in your neck
Watch your mouth though, uce, I might just run in your house
Like hey, it’s hip hop till the guns come out (ah)
685, boy, you better respect
Sharpen up a toothbrush and leave it stuck in your neck
Watch your mouth though, uce, I might just run in your house
Like hey, it’s hip hop till the guns come out (ah)
685, boy, you better respect
Sharpen up a toothbrush and leave it stuck in your neck
Watch your mouth though, uce, I might just run in your house
Like hey, it’s-
(DJ Manny, check it, uh)
Line 'em up, what (check it)
Uh, line 'em up, 'em up
What, what, what, what, what, what, uh, check it
What-what-what, ah