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HYPERAPTIVE lyrics : "The Motto"

Verse 1:

Ask anyone, I'll murder-a-beat

Anyone who says different is absurd-I'm-a-beast,
All these, other rappers that I've heard-are-petite,
Not wordy-or-deep,

Really I would urge-a-retreat,
You're not, worthy-to-speak,
You're just murmuring-sheep,

You'll be, murdered-and-fleased,
Every word-on-the-sheet,
Is a surgery-piece,

I will surgically-breach,
The inner workings of every mind I can verbally-reach!
Rappers chat about more 'Doh' than Homer-does,

Acting hard when you're soft as a load-of-doves,
Soon as the pen touches the pad it's over-cuz!
Still getting started and I'm only gonna grow-the-buzz,

Hyperaptive, remember-the-name,
I'll burn mainstream rappers with not a tenth-of-the-fame,
You'll need 20 fire trucks to attend-to-the-flames,

On what used to be their career 'til only embers-remain,

Chorus:


I ride solo,
You already know-though,

Killin beats, hitting trees like I'm Sonny Bono!
And I'm on this every day, every day, every day,
Like I'm sitting on a bench fam I don't really play,

Every day, every day, $#&@ what anybody say,
Can't see 'em coz the fans are in the way,
Real talk what's up?



Verse 2:


Always been a Don-with-this,
The way I'm $#&@ing these words up is wondrous,

When I blow, believe the blast will be thunderous,
Building an empire like my name was Remus or Romulus,
Punch lines are too-much,

Talking like you're the King, you'd better move-up
Kids think they know about Rap from all this new-stuff,
The point went over their head like they're with the ku-klux,

I'm hitting hard as a heart-attack,
Leave you in the dirt like an artifact,
Burn this beat 'til I turn its $#&@ing carcass-black,

I heard what you're calling Rap, I aint part-of-that,
I'd rather spit in Wayne's face and throw him 'The Carters'-back,
Tell him I aint heard albums that are half-as-whack!

What happened to the days of Shady and Aftermath?!
When I would sit and blaze up to one of Nas's-tracks!
That's why heat's all I'm gonna-bring,

I see the old haters crawling back groveling,
They talk %#@! but I see your head bobbing-and,
I've got your chick wet like she's been water tobogganing!

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