Killah Priest - Fake Mc's Lyrics
Intro:They got a problem nowKnowimsayin? too many corny rappers...Knowimsayin? pretenders, knowimsayin?Chorus: {2x}Theres too many phony mcs out there this yearYa best to bewareIve burnt thousands alreadySo get ready, lyrics are deadlyVerse one:Niggaz keep frontin, aint saying nuthinKillah priest remains calm, yet carry onGo ahead sing your song, claim you have the donsRap superstars look cute with your cigars*****es like that, where your mics atBite me I bite back, plus I break backs***** you, you can sue me, from yours trulyWhen niggaz sound bootyTheres too many rappers in the east wanna be gangstersToo many gangsters in the west wanna be rappersBunch of actors, I ought to smack ya, whos your masterSit down take a lesson, stop guessinFor years I had, show your mad faceAnd only showed bad tasteRunnin around like your deliriousFoamin from the mouth like youre furiousId rather be serious, it keeps the audience curiousThese fantasies is nothin but your fantasiesIt might cause casualtiesHollywood is not your neighborhoodAnd if it is, give the mic to nappy woodsAnd yall can be all to be the wizardThe wonderful wizard of oz, which are the a & rsAnd you a toto doing promos, along with the scarecrowYou receive no doughChorus: {2x}Verse two:I lay in the cut, like a rock starLooking at ya ca ca, cuz your music sound lop-sideThey sound tounge tied, butch of young guys, have em hung highWatched his lungs fry, from the sunshineWhich is one rhyme generating from the mindKillah priest now late, I terminateBurn and break, and intimidateI come cold as when the winter breakI put it into snakes, pretenders and fakesShake, like the earthquakes, I judge wiselyBetween two pillars of poison ivyFor those that despise me, attach em to the i.v.Your pops shouldve bust you on the couchOr sent you down the mouthNext time where a condom, when I step upon themI make emcees memories, whenever theres a symphonyI look sinfully, been doing this for centuriesI write shit sick as shakespeare tripping off of acidRolling you like john the baptist with the rusty hatchetI preach the word of God before I murder yallSwear I never heard of yallChorus: {2.5x}
