Dj Kay Slay - Death To Wack Rappers lyrics

rate me

Look, brace yourself as I take your breath, it’s the face of death

Fast pace on this paper chase

While I race you take baby steps, getting waste

Like a mistake, I don’t make gambles

Rappers get buried, unbearable rhymes be carried by pal bearers

Six feet is the only way you niggas is deep

Music is how I eat sick

My teeth in the beat, turn a feature into a feast

My brand rising, give me the G’s still

I’m completely obese

Shit, I need my G’s to increase

These niggas is comical, out of this world sick

This that vomit on the comet flow

Hell yeah, whole counter accountable for reviving a diamond that is rhyming with a cause

And this line you hear me shouting

It’s like a diamond with no flaws

Embracing niggas too basic

Yo head in the clouds, my head in the space ship

My flow is a trip, allow me to spend a vacation

Glad you could make it

Standing ovation, round of applause

Stand in the piece, don’t expect me to pause for a star

Y’all done got me pissed, consider this my start, nigga

Death to you wack rappers, your time’s up

Real hip hop niggas, stand up

I don’t give a fuck how much money you got

When you get on this mic you better be hot

Feel like I go rail with dark world, been low light

Put it down flat like a satellite beer and the light years on

You shed a light, the satellites that you parasite’s parasites

You nightmares see every night, wear armor for the honor

Front line, ain’t no turning back

I determined that, came a circus act in a circuit match

Disturbing facts to me, worship stats that I hurt the back

How many headshots have you fitted inside a murder cap?

Let’s talk, tell me the lost tales and portrayals

Portrayals for glory mills dead or in jail

All hail the ruler of all hell

War well, can’t mix more L’s then toss shells

You reaching, barely making the bear minimum

Shaking, this courage taking, with fear in ‘em, could win ‘em

Just bolt through threshold

My chest cold, I felt away since I left home

I felt away

Death to you wack rappers, your time’s up

Real hip hop niggas, stand up

I don’t give a fuck how much money you got

When you get on this mic you better be hot

Look, now what if I said I was in bed

I was inbred with niggas who fed

All for the pain I had in the past

All of it masked, some of it lead

To my demise, when I realized niggas be talking one way

Till they get pressed with that

Then what was a threat is now a buffet

So how the fuck they try to degrade what I was playing for

Whatever example they can’t sow I do not stand for

Fuck your spotify, I’m genetically modified

I plant Caesar’s stampede, to these niggas I am on sentel

You never can’t, no

Whether a person has your interest at heart

When we started, never we’ll see this as a business wrap

Artists get bombarded

It’s dropped but they on positions

Instead of checking them sales, they questioning my intentions

Upset with they all misfortunes

Suspect that they wanna force ‘em with threats

But the fortune was kept

And if so that portion is less

The riot started that, my cousin had a heart attack

And then he lost his father

Don’t bother until you harbor that

Death to you wack rappers, your time’s up

Real hip hop niggas, stand up

I don’t give a fuck how much money you got

When you get on this mic you better be hot

Death to you wack rappers, your time’s up

Real hip hop niggas, stand up

I don’t give a fuck how much money you got

When you get on this mic you better be hot