Widespread

[Verse 1: Jakki Da Motamouth] Jakki Da Motamouth the true definition of raw Go ahead and eat me, my worms will devour your jaws You want the real shit? Hold out your palms and let me Place my ass on ‘em, I’ll donate to the cause I bet a whore wouldn’t fuck with your easy metaphors Set a course to Simple Simile Planet, you banished I’m sick of hearing weak comparisons, I’ll smack you dense You fuck with me, I’ll make your wack ass practice abstinence You in the house? I’ll go up in your crib and crash your turf And show you I’ll eat up your self-esteem in mama’s afterbirth You gotta pile of tricks? I got a pile of shit I’ll toss it at you like, “Here, go play with this while I rip” I’ll go to Heaven and bargain with God for control of diplomas Then stroll to Hell with a flying pig and freeze it over You hard as fuck, ain’t you? You walk your talk, pal? Snatch off your kneecaps, (motherfucker), walk now When I enter a room with a handful of goons screaming They rap like a bag of buffoons, I’ll bash ‘em with brooms Which one of y’all silly niggas think you can rock the mic? I’ll hit you with a box of 50,000 Copywrites Throw your hardest punches at me, I’m still awake The easiest way to sleep me is by playing your tape I’ll crack your melon. Yo, might this child be out of place? Kid, I’m happiness repellent, wipe the smile right off your face Lay a finger on Jakki, watch how I diss you I’ll possess your whole family and make your mama rip you I’ll follow you to your lover’s house, kick in the front door Let one of my bitches beat your ass while I fuck yours You praise the day the pain stops (Jakki, stop murking me) I’ll rain on your parade with raindrops the size of Mercury So bring the baddest nigga in your clique to open me I’ll throw a verse at him that’ll have your whole wack crew quoting me [Verse 2: Copywrite] Christ Himself said I’m nice as Hell You’re one-twelfth the fraction of my faction, I’m twice the scale Your eyes will melt once I propel out wits The hardest joint on your album would be our sellout shit I distribute a poison, it’s mixture of venom With vinyl (You know why?), “MC” for you is a tentative title (No doubt) Drop whatever primitive idol you worship (Fuck ‘em) Learn to pray, see who a virgin gave birth to and nurtured I’ll murder words and turn the dictionary into The obituaries, my niche is to spit eons beyond Peons and rock on to the break of social security The break of dawn is too premature for me I’ll bounce orbits towards Earth, your head’ll burst And my Mouth’s Mota runs at twelve-thousand Megahertz You’ve got nowhere near what it takes to injury me You unfit to change anybody who’s name even begins with “C” So keep it down. We won’t stoop to how you cretins sound Me and Da Motamouth will talk shit until our teeth are brown Then freeze time and watch you age. It hurts For you to admit my birth marks the dawn of a new age [Hook: Jakki Da Motamouth, Copywrite, and Samples with Scratches by RJD2] [Jakki Da Motamouth and Copywrite] I got a proposal that’ll cause disposal to sappy widespread And if a rapper ain’t a ten, then put a nine to his head Pull the trigger if he wack. Now that’ll cause a lot of strife Most rappers nowadays couldn’t be tight if they rapped for their life [Samples with Scratches by RJD2] “I hold the mic” - MHz (Megahertz) - “Rocket Science” “Ruin your prototype when Mota strikes” - MHz (Megahertz) - “Rocket Science” “Copywrite” - MHz (Megahertz) - “Rocket Science” “If I offend you, fuck it. I intend to” - MHz (Megahertz) - “Rocket Science” [Verse 3: Copywrite] You mention me? You better jump a fence for me After one verse, listeners acquire a chemical dependency The rawest clique in history to rip a mic Device so nice, I walk the strip, looked up, and caught a glimpse of Christ Every pimp with ice I ever battled lost They came fast to get their brain smashed to applesauce If I don’t get you, Motamouth will blow you out Two pedophiles with vulgar mouths, controlling bouts You cats are gone once the track is on When I catch wreck for the fifth time, you’ll just be catching on You ain’t shit. I’ll battle you And whoever my crew ain’t with. This two-brain clique’s Aerial-bound, tearing it down In silly ciphers, turn merry-go-rounds into burial grounds Stay out the session when I’m lacing joints. Any suggestion To battle is out the question like an exclamation point [Verse 4: Jakki Da Motamouth] Every time you attempt to throw a line, I will restrict ‘em You words are like a whore fucked in advance ‘cause I pre-dicked/predict ‘em Is Jakki Da Motamouth always that nice? (You damn skippy) A hundred minds throw punchlines at the same time, you still can’t hit me Crossing my path will have you repenting Even one missed punch from me will have you eternally flinching Even if you the craziest nigga, you’ll see pain I’ll simply keep pounding the sense into you ‘til you be sane Your tired approach? You can consider history You, your crew, even your mom and daddy ain’t shit to me I’ll smack all emcees with one swing, I’m that raw Lyrics always catch you ‘cause they coming from a trapped jaw Bring your technical diction. I’ll improvise Lace my words with acid and burn your brain ‘til you simplify It’s so clear that I have no fear Break in your crib, rob you, show up next day to battle in your gear From A to Z, you can run down every word In the dictionary and still not have enough to hang with me Obey the laws? I’m much too stuck-up. I’ll rock The mic in a courthouse and tell the judge to shut the fuck up [Hook: Copywrite, Jakki Da Motamouth, and Samples with Scratches by RJD2] [Copywrite and Jakki Da Motamouth] I got a proposal to cause disposal to sappy widespread If a rapper ain’t a ten, then put a nine to his head Pull the trigger if he wack. Now that’ll cause a lot of strife Most rappers nowadays couldn’t be tight if they rapped for their life [Samples with Scratches by RJD2] “I hold the mic” - MHz (Megahertz) - “Rocket Science” “Ruin your prototype when Mota strikes” - MHz (Megahertz) - “Rocket Science” “Deal with Mota… Copywrite” - MHz (Megahertz) - “Rocket Science” “On this Earth to diss crews and plot, I’m vet” - MHz (Megahertz) - “Rocket Science”