LOST SECRET - You Suck lyrics

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You see, You Suck, your crew is totally lame

I just kicked your ass with a bucket

And I don't make beats for humans

But I'll celebrate ya deathday for free

I'm unaffected by ya spells and all that weak hypnosis bullshit

I've been sent here to settle all acounts period

You weak emcees, do you really take music for a game?

Just a little green or some fame?

Welcome to the universe, it's time to feel the pain

Face reality, I don't even subscribe to your beliefs never mind ya magazine

You puny mortal substance is futile

Ya world is double extra small, it's gonna fall

While you busy reading The Source, I'm one with the force

Hello, my name is Toth, I'm pleased to beat ya

Descended from the sky, to try to help pathetic creatures

You're living proof that wack emcees are alive

But still you don't exist and when I say it you get pissed

Don't' get angry, remember Lost Secret's letting you live

But when ya time is up don't be looking for forgive-ness

I make a list of all the things you can't do to me

And then outrage ya fams when it's me reading ya eulogy

See? What's the difference between me and you?

The truth can kill a liar, but with me bullets travel thru

You suck, we rule, you're wack, we're cool

You suck, we rule, you're wack, we're cool

You suck, we rule, you're wack, we're cool

You suck, we rule, you're wack, we're cool

I write rhymes for mortal, physical form I metamorphose

Aimin' at the head of you zombies, so bring some more foes

You all hoes, dead presidents be your pimps

Who would you be, without cars, ice, 2 balls and a dick

Would you exist? Nah and you ain't still

You fake with' fake shit, this rhymes makes you real

As for me, I'm livin' lavish, ballin' with knowledge

I gots to have it, see me passin' by ya clubs laughin'

What a shame, but I keeps it movin'

Mechizedek be showin', as Metatron be provin'

You losin', against the force of the rising sun

I do what ya God said in Luke 12:51

So spread out, I'm like a real Spanish nigga from Corona

But who gives a fuck? No one

I know some, but I'm a mystery to many

Next time you write a rhyme, act like you met me

I be shooting solar flares at your hair

(Eat ya poridge, kill Goldielocks and murder the three bears)

Like I care? Y'all niggaz is cold markin' time

(I'm cold marking space, fuck the human race)

Race for the cure (shut the fuck up, this the voice of Jesus)

For you there is no salvation (Pupil dialation, I'm pointing needles at ya iris)

Whether ya Irish, Italian, or Polish

(It doesn't matter, in this universe you smellin' like you homeless)

I'm leaving all you fake rappers poemless