LOST SECRET - Mad Hatter lyrics

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What's up, yo, it's the Gods

Not the true and living, Five Percent Gods

Real, actual... Gods, in the house

And it's about time we let ya'll triflin' ass niggas know

We running out of patience with you, get it together

Right now!

You asking me? If this the, end of time?

Go ask a human being and you still won't know

You're like asking a man's penis where a dildo go

Your shit be boring, and let's face it you can't think straight

Your like a rat in a maze and I be the cheese maker

Great architecht and you be the great faker

Look around your planet and contemplate your fall

Mansion world nigga, watch me bounce you down the hall

You see there's so many ways to slay you, you making it easy

Let's start with them cheesy ass beats

And all that temporal nonsense full of non sequitors and incompletes

Your shit cold garbage nigga, get a motherfuckin' clue

You see there's two basic methods to approach in ruining you

One, make like Puffy and overtly advertize you

Two, make like Kool Keith and Ultramagnetize you

I float like a Killa Bee, you bounce like a bumble

I made all the thugs cry when I closed down the Tunnel

Trife niggas, you ain't got no wins in mi casa

I crush your stupid dreams and eat up all your pasta

Cause you trife, a waste of life, dead matter

Your pockets may be fatter, but I'm the mad hatter

New York nigga, now it's time to switch the flow

Ya'll rap's trash, who's dick, you blow?

Was it Mr. A&R, did he say you'd get hoes and cars?

Your dreams so fucking retarded, there's more than rap and b-balling

Why can't you be a doctor, or try to sell some real drugs

Leave Hip Hop to Lost Secret, I'll let you pretend you real thugs

But you not, I asked your mother, nigga

So I went back in time and punched her stomach, nigga

And since I used that ignorant word to rhyme itself

Can I sign a deal, or does my wackness need some help

You so pathetic, blah blah, edit, whatever, fuck what I say

Who the fuck listens to my rhymes anyway

Bring the hook in early, nigga, fuck it

I'm not the mad rapper, but yo, you can feel my wrath

You callin' me old school to diss me, but you don't know the half

The mad hatter's science goes back before creation

Or later when I invented math and started civilization

Triple greatness, with two pillars on either side of me

Back in the days before the Gommorrah type sodomy

What do you think is real? Be careful how you answer

Make the wrong choice, my ASR will give you cancer

Watch your back...