Verse 1: Guilty Simpson
I hear a lot of false prophecies, about a lotta emcees
Philosophies about these fake Socrates

Not to be a hater, but he ain't the savior
I got too many layers, the games got way too many players
So I slay another rapper, and put 'em on the mantle

You lookin' but I'm on another channel
Watchin' these sambos puttin' on a show for their handlers
Lyin' to the people for the cameras

Amateur night, these clowns can't damage a mic
So I'm breakin' off the hand that they write with
I might sh*t, real weed here takes flight with

The price gets better when you bring more cheddar
I fight clips, with the strength of the men
I'm pissin'' from the ? to the ?, so send 'em in

Your style is cinnamon
Way to sweet for the streets to be listening' in Michigan


Hook 1: The Rockness Monstah
Hey you a b*tch ni**a
That's right I said it, you a b*tch ni**a (word)

You be runnin' round with all types of snitch ni**as
I can't mix wicha, you and your inner (*##$a
Yah you, you a b*tch ni**a

Fat b*tch $$# ni**a, rub on ya' t*ts ni**a
You one of them side switch ni**as (uh huh, uh huh)
I can't mix wicha b*tch ni**as


Verse 2: The Rockness Montsah
Rock not the LL Cool J "I need Love"

More like the LL, smoke two J's, I need drugs
Erratic behavior, ran out in the ?
Y'all rappin' this lame %#@!, I feel like clappin' the stage up

No applause and no remorse for rappers that's claimin' they got bars
No I'll laugh in their faces ya' (*##$ boy
F*ck it, throw some D's on it, Rich Boy

How those pants tight when you saggin' your draws, didn't you?
I will make you break dance on your face scrams
Capoeira, slap you hella hard, probably sprain my hand (blocka)

You snakes can't hide in my grass
Ain't no grass in the PJs, I smoke mine in a rat
I don't drink fruit ni**a I punch fruits

Puttin' generations of little bangers through huntin' school
I don't wanna do sh*t wicha
Lifetime channel watchin' butter milk bath takin' b*tch ni**a


Hook 2: The Rockness Monstah
Hey you a b*tch ni**a

That's right I said it, you a b*tch ni**a (word)
You be runnin' round with all types of snitch ni**as
I can't mix wicha, you and your inner (*##$a

Yah you, you a b*tch ni**a
Fat b*tch $$# ni**a, rub on ya' t*ts ni**a
You one of them side switch ni**as (uh huh, uh huh)

I can't mix wicha b*tch ni**as