Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fake MC's, artist - Killah Priest. Album song Heavy Mental, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Fake MC's |
They got a problem now |
There’s like, too many corny rappers |
Pretenders (put a end to you) |
There’s too many phony MCs out there this year |
They best to beware |
I’ve burnt thousands already |
So get ready, lyrics are deadly |
There’s too many phony MCs out there this year |
They best to beware |
I’ve burnt thousands already |
So get ready, lyrics are deadly |
Niggas keep fronting, ain’t saying nothing |
Killah Priest remains calm yet carry on |
Go ‘head sing your song, claim y’all the dons |
Rap superstars look cute with your cigars |
Bitches like that but where your mics at? |
Bite me I bite back, plus I break backs |
Fuck it, you can sue me, from yours truly |
When niggas sound booty |
There’s too many rappers in the East wanna be gangsters |
Too many gangsters in the West wanna be rappers |
Bunch of actors, I ought to smack ya |
Who’s your master? |
Sit down take a lesson, stop guessing |
For years I had grace, saw your mad face |
That only showed bad taste, run around like you’re delirious |
Foaming from the mouth like you’re furious |
I’d rather be serious it keeps the audience curious |
These fantasies are nothing for your fans to seize |
It might cause casualties |
Hollywood is not your neighborhood |
And if it is, give the mic to Natalie Woods |
And y’all can be off to see the wizard |
The wonderful Wizard of Oz, which are the A&R's |
And you and Toto, doing promos along with the Scarecrow |
You will see no dough |
There’s too many phony MC’s out there this year |
They best to be aware |
I’ve burnt thousands already |
So get ready, my lyrics are deadly |
There’s too many phony MC’s out there this year |
They best to beware |
I’ve burnt thousands already |
So get ready, my lyrics are deadly |
I lay in the cut like peroxide |
Looking at you cock-eyed ‘cause your music sounds lopside |
They sound tongue-tied |
Bunch of young guys, have ‘em hung high |
Watch their lungs fry from the sunshine |
Which is one rhyme generating from the mind |
Killah Priest now or late, I terminate |
I burn and break and intimidate |
I come cold as when the winter break |
I put an end to snakes, pretenders and fakes |
Shake like a earthquake, I judge wisely |
Between two pillars of poison ivy |
For those that despise me, attach ‘em to the I.V. |
Your pops should’ve bust you on the couch |
Or sent you down the mouth |
Next time wear a condom, when I step upon them |
I make MCs memories |
Whenever there’s a symphony, I look sinfully |
Been doing this for centuries |
I write shit sick as Shakespeare tripping off of acid |
Roll on you like John the Baptist with the rusty hatchet |
I preach the word of God before I murder y’all |
I swear I never heard of y’all |
There’s too many MCs out there. |
There’s too many phony MC’s out there this year |
They best to beware |
I’ve burnt the thousands already |
So get ready, my lyrics are deadly |
There’s too many phony MC’s out there this year |
They best to beware |
I’ve burnt thousands already |
So get ready, my lyrics are deadly |
There’s too many phony MC’s out there this year |
They best to beware |
I’ve burnt thousands already… *Fades out* |