same headz too broke
to cop an album are - quick to cop a dime-sack
catch me in the Cypher
where the rhymes at
headz is sittin behind
computer screens
toking on greens
hoping on schemes
I’m steady pushing
product to fiends
I ain’t talkin’ bout
rocks, I tell ‘em go for their dreams
they lusting fame and
fortune it seems
with no plans, it’s
obscene
caught up in their own
world but neglecting the scene
yo Shiltz, hold me back
before I knock someone’s dome clean offa
they’re neck, make ‘em
all disappear – Jimmy Hoffa
call this calculated,
premeditated manslaughter
I offered
my right hand extended
to build, from the ground up
now it seems I gotta
shut ‘em up, turn my sound up
too many weeds up in
the game, we be the Round Up
spray ya’ll with light
until the hype surrounds us
MC FÜBB bust in your
face like jizm
FÜBB in your face,
like graffiti, racism
taste wisdom
every time I spit, I
erase prisons
built around your soul,
spit from church, like Mase didn’t
Injecting dope for
your soul, taste the IV
drip, kats ain’t equipped, Royce check they ID
drip, kats ain’t equipped, Royce check they ID
you wanna walk away
unshaken, then don’t try me
24 bars laced up,
check the rhyme scheme
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