Current Status

I peep rap city high like to my eyesight
Witnesses, bitches and kids frontin' to bring that shit
You get nothing from this: write redundant, I leave the dumb shit
I never half ass, my blast has you overcome-ed
The basement aroma; should have waited for you're diploma
Instead you dropped out, now you grab the microphone ta
Let the fox out a box out the center
Rippin' to end your agenda cuz I'm the microphone pincha'
Since ya' started rhyming you been barred from flyin'
Tryin' to push me to peep; I didn't buy your tape 'cause pussy is cheap
Pushing ya' deep so I brush it to fuck it
You get busted to rubbish 'cause my stuff is conducted
On some thoroughness, that "fuck the world" shit don't make it happen
You roll without friends and that sure don't attract them
The five man travelin' band, I stand saggin' my pants
Caramel skin color, the slim brother
I cancel and contort your financial support
ANRs ridiculed for havin' thoughts to deliver you
Give your crew brain lacerations
Your having dreams about stardom is only fame masturbation
My name is has awaken through criterion
So judgment has passed anyone punches, I blast
Bustin' that ass and got class for the clone
Brothers need to relax strait to the back like dogs

Where you at?
To all the bad hands with the word (haha)
Where you at?
And if you getting fed by the urge
Where you at?
And all the brothers keeping shit tough
Where you at?
And others talkin' shit about us (bitch)

No excuses; I feel that there's none needed
I know that you resent me 'cause I study how I'm greeted
I'm quick to touch the mic for the rep, for the loot
I'm known around my village as the mouth that likes to shoot
Now I no longer have time for your irrelevance
Because the ignorance is just as dangerous as the intelligence
It's all about the passage, I'm trying to grasp it
And hopefully my son will forgive me for my habits
I manage to pity those flavorless with shitty flows
Amped off in here, actin out their favorite videos
Save it: give me those trophies you call balls
For my display case; now walk away and save face
Fuck grief, even you believe it ain't needed
I know that deep down you respect me 'cause you study how I'm greeted
It's sewing up seams, its pluggin' holes,
Slug knows its takes more than toy flows and a b-boy pose
See, he keeps it clear and he strikes the fear
And he caught a Grammy for marketing strategy of the year
Where-oh-where is the servant?
Current status: MCs need to take their bras off and burn them

Where you at?
To the ones thats in the front with their hands in the air like they just don't care
Where you at?
And to them kids in the back, tactfully surveying the stage to see who's whack
Where you at?
And to the ones that grab the mics at shows, house parties, or by them self (yeah, go ahead, get your flow on man)
Where you at?
And to that kid crawling out his crib at night, putting fame on trains, bus benches, and stop lights

Lavish, I'll never have it; I get too happy doing atmospheric damage to your amateurish madness
Lavish, I'll never have it; I get too happy doing atmospheric damage to your amateurish madness
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