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the sermon - poetik lyrics

[intro]
check, yo, one, two, ha

[verse 1]
by all means, allow me
to address all mcs that doubt me
yah, i never let fake b*tches surround me
poet bring the funk back, how you be without me?
i’m a sure shot for hip*hop, thrown in the ziploc
gets*in*the*back*drunk type, weed spot’s the pit stop
cats floss around me, they might lose they wristw*tch
i might have to mack too, that’s if they b*tch out
hold back a sec, i’m born a rap iller
spit for the ville like [?]
your raps are so wack, i’d rather hold my sh*t
than use pages out your rhymebook to wipe my ass
so, did i offend you? that’s good, i meant to
destroy your mental, that’s what i meant to
hot venom when i spit, i’m cold and so gutter
you wack mcs are cold like old [?]
you ain’t never gon’ be sh*t, evaporate
guard your neck too, b*tch, my rhymes decapitate
i might keep a ho or two in every area code
i rode through, johnny appleseed pimpin’, won’t snooze
when i step to the mic, poet don’t lose
do [?] sh*t off the rooftop, who got the juice?
who spot the dudes with juice that jack move?
put aside the deuce*deuce, my uce, i slap fools
[chorus]
just like music
just like music

[verse 2]
still vital status, uce, never stop reppin’ it
hit the mean flow up, it still shine benevolent
still ride the beat ill, more sick than meek mill
lightskin like b*real, call me the president
of this 6*eighty*5, hamofied funk
i’m like wesley snipes, white man can’t jump that
that’s right, you’re d*mn skippy, dangerous to have as an enemy
you better think twice, stand with me
i’m the type of cat to pack a gat at night
lookin’ out my lounge window, my lifestyle sinful
creepin’ on me get you popped like a pimple
and wiped on a towel like, “peace the f*ck out”
beware, i’m hazardous and rappin’
leave you lookin’ more f*cked up than craig mack’s skin
claim to be the realest but you rhyme too lame
and your mama should’ve had you as a period stain
you ain’t sh*t in this game, i ain’t speakin’ your name
you ain’t comin’ up off my fame, you little b*tch
can’t bury me, i’m the king underground
you know where the f*ck you at? you better get down and lay down
[chorus]
just like music
just like music

[outro]
you do understand what i’m sayin’, right?
i mean, you better get down or you gon’ lay down, one way or the other
you know what i’m sayin’?
i*i done came too far to, to deal with this, this small*time bullsh*t with any of you motherf*ckers
i mean, don’t get in my way, you gon’ get hurt one way or the other, you know what i’m sayin’?
i done came too far and i watched too many n*ggas to, to the jail system, i done watched too many n*ggas to the grave, to the crack, to betrayal
to, to motherf*ckers givin’ up on sh*t, you know what i’m sayin’?
i still got homies in the ghetto starvin’ like a motherf*cker, man
we, we all need come*up, yeah, we still hustlin’ so don’t get in my way, homie, straight up
you see me tryna do mine
just salute and move the f*ck on
if you wanna go hate, go hate in the hatin’ section, b*tch
poetik suspekt, apia city, recognize that
6*eighty*5

- poetik lyrics

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