akademik runnin this rap shyt
bars and beats is runnin this rap shyt
punchline nikka runnin this rap shyt
wordplay nikka runnin this rap shyt
kush skywalker spittin that wack shyt
get zipped up in plastic when it happens, that’s it
ayo this muthafukka kush think he the god in the stars
skywalkin till I force him now he trottin to mars
plottin too hard, sloppy when you jotting ya bars
they uneven, I swing on em like I'm Dominic Dawes
I picture you, crocs in a shorts with snot in ya schnoz
you prolly still rockin girbaud, i’m the rock of gibralt’
popular naw, nikka ain’t hot as you thought
and all that cocky shyt you poppin, get you rocked in ya jaw
those words could set/cassette you get you boxed in the yard
wind back one shot I make you stop with the paws/pause
can’t beat me, rookie moves got you this far
see ya chess/chest sorta weak, it’s just not/knot in ya heart
only way you gon win is if I hop in a bar
happy hour just a dollar for a shot on the charge
got in a brawl, drunk sex, cock in a broad
pass out, wake up Thursday and forgot to record
but this is real life and those dreams are popular thoughts
From all the nikkas I done chopped into small chocolate s'mores
you a pasty muhfukka like a cotton with jaws
Got smacked twice and came back like you caught in withdrawals
first it was the beats
http://bit.ly/1UiQt0l then it was the punches
http://bit.ly/1IredbF
a couple more hits and man you toppin the charts
like 'i’m not sure', ya baby moms a 'shot in the dark'
chris brown singing on tour, i'm poppin a broad
for gettin catty, the eagle at ya birdie tomorrow
then i dump you in the gulf cause we not even par
you and ya girl dead, see I gave you a favor
and don’t worry bout ya kid, he gon pay with the razor
wave the blade at his face give ya baby a taper
few lines in his back like monte on the pacers
I don’t play bruh, no god is able to save ya
for that bull I bomb on you like a jager with chaser
don’t pop shyt and please stay away from the faders
you trash sonically, spinning tales you a faker
don’t egg him, i’ll knuckle him, playing no sega
dr. robotnik ya optic when I aim with the laser
that’s a red dot, head shot, brains into vapor
facing techs like you made the front page in the paper
you came in/kaman, claimin you play with the blazer
but on ya block you put in no work, the laziest neighbor
akademik runnin this rap shyt
bars and beats is runnin this rap shyt
punchline nikka runnin this rap shyt
wordplay nikka runnin this rap shyt
this nikka charlie spittin that wack shyt
get zipped up in plastic when it happens, that’s it
body bag season, stuffed in a casket
a wise man told me don’t argue with fools
so I gave the boy a lesson, takin charlie to school
ain’t no flinchin if you thinkin i’m a target for you
cause I ain’t swimmin with the sharks, this a job at the pool
uh, you lack tempo, potential, but you rap simple
scratch the surface and can’t reach me like a back pimple
the rap kimbo, act civil, jack nimble
before I light you off the roof like a bat symbol
the jabs hit you, these punches no weave duckin
please cuz I rush you with deez, you think police comin
the beat bumpin, body bag you on any block
for thinkin you the one seeing eye like fetty wap
you petty ahk, i’m betty crock with the heavy pot
quick to pin him, I spit the venom like eddie brock
and I don’t care if your dezzy cocked, i’m dancin
bring the hands in (hanson) long as you here(hair), you gettin bopped
why so arrogant? shyt is so embarrassing
bored of my new work/Newark cause you live right next to maryland
my old shyt will challenge him, nikka ain’t as talented
you can ask Kush, I ain’t the one to battle with
you got a lil flow but ya bars ain’t matchin it
defeat sneak up on you cause, you ain't knew the balances
snatching off ya chains and ya rings if you flashing it
the only way to keep me off the ice, nancy kerrigan
for keepin up appearances, gon have to bring ya parents in
apparently you suck and nikka fukk comparisons
don’t worry who I sound like, I’ll kill you with a soundbite
around mics i’m tyson, fightin with the crown tight
i’m down right vicious, treat scales like the richter
melodies ripped up, lookin like the victor
who curse yall (kershaw), now i’m in ya base with the blicker
you’ll be dodging more K’s than klayton, get the picture
akademik runnin this rap shyt
bars and beats is runnin this rap shyt
punchline nikka runnin this rap shyt
kush skywalker spittin that wack shyt
this nikka charlie spittin that wack shyt
get zipped up in plastic when it happens, that’s it
body bag season, stuffed in a casket
they tried to skate, but look, ain’t no denying fate
you vampires, for having heart, ya life at stake
empire state, i’m that tall you rats reachin
all that gang bang and couldnt beat me tag teaming
a black demon, that get loose with the toy
cause if charlie think we kickin it i’ll lucy the boy
see that wood stock on me, when I snoop n destroy
kill Charlie for some peanuts, I shoot him in joy
so what you sayin (usain) kush, we only hear the gatlin flow
see i’m jamaican you can’t beat me on the track you hoe
dogs go to heaven charlie, never the booth
you charlie chaplin all ya shyt is better on mute
for gettin cute, shoot, splatter his memory
half a clip, kush everywhere like we at a dispensary
the other batch for charlie and he won’t hear the weapon sound
Think I'm lying/lion till I get him with the 2nd round (charlie batch/lions/2nd rd draft)
#Bars
Wrote this shyt at work today and one taked it after I ate and put my kid to sleep
