Copywrite - Jeah lyrics

[Verse One]

Copy and Ok, we stay beating hoes

In broad daylight whooping the living daylights outta broads; rain sleet or snow

Craziest flow, pay me a G

Rock so long promoters gone have to pay me to leave

I aim and I squeeze, got you favorite emcees' brains on my sleeves

Starting forest fires, blazing the trees

Critically acclaimed, clinically insane

And if you ain't see how I spit it then I must've did it in the rain

How rookies want respect? Best decline in fear

You got pussy on your neck wet behind the ears

Locked in at your top ten's vital

Hock phlegm like I'm auditioning for Rakim's title

Too evil to quit, who's more evil and sick?

Coming at you like I sneezed through my dick

Holler bitch lane merging

I'm like a med. school scholarship

For free I'll change a lame virgin to a brain surgeon

New hoes lay for two whole days

Fuck chicks with Eaze, you'd think I'd have full blown A. I. D. S.

Matter fact, sickest emcee to tear the mic since Eric Wright

You guest appearing? Bring fire cause I ain't sharing light

Arrogant with mics, terrorist in flight

Flying where you live, this guy write paragraphs in Arabic tonight

Preparing dick for dikes, you guessed it

I'll show your crew true essence on June 7th you peasants

[Verse Two]

Any crew you with is full of shit till the bullets hit when the oozie spit

I write more lines than the late John Belushi sniffed

Screw who you get, try your luck

But I'm not in the mile high club so I don't give a flying fuck

Puffing herb in this three inch Dutch

Laying it down for the streets like construction workers with cement trucks

Haters scanning on radars planning to raid our land and

Evade all hands with the A. R. cannon'll spray, I'm scamming

Like, fuck you think you doing to me?

Ruining me? Junior you were humoring me

Crying how I repeat too many lines in rhymes

That only means that you peep too many rhymes of mine

And the lines are mine so eat a dick; I ain't at your nine to five

Telling you how to super size the fries

So here's three words, eat shit and die

Keep spitting lies, I'ma keep getting high

Doing shows, screwing hoes on their back

Shoot a load like I squeezed rounds at the Laundromat

Obnoxious hot shit even during sound check we rock shit

Y'all couldn't open up for us if y'all were locksmiths

And I dare y'all say battling's dead

That's what the last cat that I massacred said

So I keep a glock close, quick to pull it when a cop's close

That's foolish, that's like wasting bullets on a cockroach