ContraVein - Bête Noire (feat. MCE)

Y'all ain't shit
The fuck am I talkin' about? It's in my head
Comin' out and I gotta admit that
I'm going insane I am Citizen's Kane
I might just quit
The bands I gotta hide, the Benz I got at my crib
Take a solo plane to dolo - way the pain
No one knew the name 'til I reversed the Vein
In a sense I'm innocent cuz I
Can't control the cogs or the wheels in my mind
Uh, run it up tonight
If I don't get the bag then shit, man I might
Yuh, I'm dissing out of spite like I'm pissing in your sprite
Turn that shit to Miller Lite, hit a lick then start a fight
Make it quick, I'm out of time
Grab a chick and make her blind,
Suck my dick, that's wine and dine
Y'all ain't shit
The fuck am I talkin' about? It's in my head
Comin' out and I gotta admit that
I'm going insane I am Citizen's Kane
I might just quit
The Benz I got outside, the bands I got at my crib
Take a solo plane to dolo - way the pain
No one knew the name 'til I reversed the Vein
Your two cents is worth less than six cents of sixth sense
More time to think is what I'm giving up for lent
Repent you must before facing us in battle
Chomping mad slow, something like a cattle
More beef to leap afterwards a saddle
Your diss is more a tattle, will never get us rattled
Eight by two bars will push you through to Seattle
Conclusion, you're a flip phone, while I'm an Apple
You picked the wrong emcees to get in a grapple

Written by:
Eric Spivak, Jason Ardan

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