Moby Dick

To all those lil skets, utmost disrespect
Feelings get hurt different techs is what niggas get
Gracing the page Pacing in rage, take to the stage
Microphones enshrouded in silhouette
Punch your lights out, dark in here
You ain’t dope you rainbow, sparkling clear
Only real in my circle, you attracting squares
When it’s beef you wrapped in fear while I’m sparking flares
Rappers is vampires they be biting my quotes
I raise the stakes higher when these suckers approach
Bring pain to your boat when I’m aiming the scope
The Mac slings at crack fiends for claiming they dope
Everybody screaming he’s dope, priest is a joke
Not the funny type, a hungry mic will leave you morose
My mystical flow bringing some hope like biblical notes
Given control over MCs like TV remotes
Not every colorful leaf you roll is spliff
Not every sea creature you know is fish
You a small fry, I thought I told you this
Weak cats seeking a piece of the Moby Dick
Mighty and brave ready to fight to the grave
Knee deep in choppy waters but we riding the waves
It’s when you shine They be highlighting the shade
Tryna stick me in the back with hands driving the blade
Hands on your hips all you do is ranting and rave
I’m in the field while you in the house gladly a slave
Bring drama your broad’s way like we acting a play
Even in cross hairs rappers is still catching a fade
Silly wimps in skinny jeans avid decay
Vivid scenes on tv screens its a graphic display
Trap is the wave but
My Competitive drive give MCs motion sickness like Magic in play
Female rappers, y’all are one and the same
Bring you pleasure or pain by stretching your frame
Don’t even think to mention my name
I got y’all on string it’s why I tension the game
Not every colorful leaf you roll is spliff
Not every sea creature you know is fish
You a small fry, I thought I told you this
Weak cats seeking a piece of the Moby Dick
Short niggas in Jordan’s Whats the importance?
In hindsight, heights Mike reached ain’t an assurance
When the tide turns and affects your performance
If your money ain’t long, you out of sync with the currents
When it’s drama time, y’all play acting is state of art
Gotta stick to the script, a typecast gotta play his part
A different beast, came with heat to blaze the charts
True guy, I hit bull’s eye when I spray the darts
Not every colorful leaf you roll is spliff
Not every sea creature you know is fish
You a small fry, I thought I told you this
Weak cats seeking a piece of the Moby Dick
Rap in revolt, back with the Mac in the coat
Strapped for reload, clap and dispose
Bodies caught, cops report, murder rate rapidly rose
A cold killer with an accurate scope
The colt trapped in your nose like ounces of blow
Laugh at you blokes as you choke getting a hang of the ropes
Majestic flow, Tragedy’s close, no amnesty though
Savage you foes till your sanity goes