The Last Poet - No Features

I'm ya idol
The highest title
Numero uno
Y cavrones dime
You can't even rap
Come mi culo
I spit hard
Como duro
My bitch bad
Y dame cerebro mucho
To niggas who only speak
La lengua una
I said
These mother fuckers tell me I can't rap
Eat my ass
How bout that?
You can't afford to eat the cat
And if I catch you in the cypher
Ima peel ya muff cap back

Um Blue like roc
I'm a vibe
Get off my jock
Flow angry like egregious
I don't fuckin' want no features
On the track I'm always nicest
Shit be hot tho
Like a teacup
Burn ya lips off if you fiending
Moving way too fast
Hop off my ass
You niggas holding on for dear life
Shit ima drag
I'm always making niggas mad
These dickhead niggas make me gag
Sick to stomach
Good for nothing
Trash performance
Nobody on 'em
But got hella shit to say about the women we adoring
This narrative is boring
Like legit I'm really snoring ummm
These niggas ain't got shit on me
And that's on my performance
I light up the stage
You niggas dimmer than a light switch
I know you not gone make it like
I am really psychic
Couldn't even be my sidekick
No real play
You a side chick
And when I walk into the room
You better step aside bitch
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Written by:
Jayshana Roper

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