Lyrics Nobody (Featuring Jakki Tha Mota Mouth) - Copywrite, Jakki Tha Mota Mouth

Nobody (Featuring Jakki Tha Mota Mouth) - Copywrite, Jakki Tha Mota Mouth
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nobody (Featuring Jakki Tha Mota Mouth), artist - Copywrite. Album song The High Exhaulted, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.06.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Eastern Conference
Song language: English

Nobody (Featuring Jakki Tha Mota Mouth)

Yeah, yeah, it’s us
We here…
I spit phrases that’ll thrill you, you’re nobody
You in the wrong league
«No advantages»
«Tryin' to rip with us» — Casual
«No»
The real knows phony
Memorize all them lines you want, you still don’t know me
Try and front, I’ll kill y’all slowly
Cats want me to spit it with them without givin' up ends
Yeah, I’ll spit on your record for free, in a literal sense
I don’t give a… shit, you like me, you don’t
If you ain’t cop this and got this free, it might be you broke
But fuck how you got it, long as you now own it
Whether you went to Record Town stole it, or home to download it
Travel like bullets do barrels right from the bullet surprise
When I load it, be careful, but right when I pull it, SURPRISE!
Bullets through eyes, fuck y’all fakes
Gotta measure how good I’m doin' by how much y’all hate
Till we abolish, all snakes
From the tree of knowledge, all praise
If my flow was any harder it’d be a solid
I’m that vicious, credit for mad stitches
Heavy hitter, like I got a fetish for fat bitches
Don’t get it twisted ain’t no rookies in the place
The only time I suck is when the pussy’s in my face
I’m doper than motherfuckers
So quit tryin' to solicit your boy
I’m a man and your nigga’s a toy
Look at your 'noid, a faggot at all
I’ll slice you with a switch blade, you bitch made
Like you was had by a dog
My shine mops your flow
Niggas be listenin' to me screamin' «Sho'Nuff» cause I got The Glow
Jakki The Mota, spits sick lines that go for your health
The only cat you’ll find nicer is Jehovah himself
Stop testin' me, stick dick to the best of B’s
Ya’ll niggas pissed, because they bitch givin' 'em STD’s
So what you got a Glock to my back, take my chain
Turn around, pull out a deuce deuce and rob you back
Copywrite stay hatin' your clique
I’ll play like I’m Jehovah, take a rib out of you and make you a bitch
Sniff four lines, now I’m wired on tour trifle
My hype man will probably get tired before I do
While this record is spinnin' I’m peckin' your pigeon
By the second chorus
She’ll have given me brain for seven consecutive innings
I’ll screw your plans up +No Joke+
Like Rakim at Scott La Rock’s funeral doin' stand up
«Hands up» shout when I flow
Get three more holes in your face to breath through
Besides your mouth or your nose
Lucky that weak shit leaked
Napster wants your release date pushed back at least six weeks
So fuck y’all, I’m Scarface with a mountain of snow
Before they announcin' the show
I’m out with a ho, countin' the doe
Injure y’all, fuck who your team members are
I roll with The Hertz but I ain’t talkin' rent a cars
Backwards in a Porsche through any stop sign
I’m like the back of The Source too many hotlines / hot lines
I’ll prove I’m an angry artist, you’re my target for hate
Crack your head open and paint the fuckin wall with your face
All of you wait, it’s not your imagination
Motamouth and Copywrite, equivalent to a God and Satan collaboration
Jakki’s in the house
Yeah, we can battle
But how you gonna spit your rebuttal with a .45 in your mouth?
You actin' sick, I’ll tell you to quit actin'
I’ll guest appear on your album, and tell you to quit rappin'
Your whole style needs a bitch slappin'
So come through sunny child
You funny style, like gay kung fu
Try to shit on my city like we ain’t rippin' you
Come to Columbus, get hit and leave with +A Different View+
You fuckin' with hoes, I heard you fuckin' with pros
Put your dick in the river, you still can’t fuck with the flow
Thanks for your beautiful bitch, I got her with ease
All I had to tell her, is that you got a disease
Fuck your steez, I amp the crowd
You’ll try to do the same but you can’t
I laid a charlie horse on your tongue
And cramped your style
These so called underground laws are built to protect you
I know the laws, but I don’t follow them like bill collectors
Fuck the rap skill, get your cap peeled
I pack steel
So if I can’t beat you the gat will
Tap grills, wanna injure you cats
I’m so hot, DJs burn they fuckin' palms when they spin my wax

Song tags: #Nobody


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