Hardcore Composer

[Verse 1]

Now I got you looking stiff you numbskull, you'd rather stand still

Faking hard with your rhymes and got no hand skills

So I'll easily drop you and stop you from rhyming

Send you home to moms all bruised up and crying

Then if you want you can go call your people

You're gonna need a mob against me 'cause I'm lethal

Not that I'm a violent brother, no, to the contrary

My vocals carry, then I bury

MC's in holes they dug for themselves

Couldn't be themselves so they sold theirselves

To a company exec who doesn't have respect

For real rap music, so he wants to get

An MC that starts out street to cross over

But not me, 'cause I'm the hardcore composer

[Verse 2]

You ain't a writer nor a fighter, you're just a biter

I think you need to save all that because in spite of

The reputation that you think you have

The crew already knows that you're really a crab

So I'll grab the mic with haste and send you out of this place

Back to trace my flow but don't waste your time, bro

It only takes a minute or second for me to switch

And rearrange real quick

'Cause I can kick plenty styles, rhymes stretch many miles

I'm the authentic, yes, the lyric unloader

The truth exposer, the hardcore composer

[Verse 3]

All you delirious, curious suckers

You better act like you've been known

I mack and hold my own with a mic

Just to stagger a bragger, retire a liar

And very easily I'm passin' by ya

'Cause you didn't want to give the credit where it was due

Yeah it was you, uh-huh it was you

And your crummy corny ass crew

So we shall enforce that you lost

And plus you oughta find another type of life

And yes another source of income

Here's some advice—you can't rap this nice

I broke ya over and over

I told ya I would mold ya, why?

Because I'm bound to give original sound as your ears pound

Bringing pleasure and pain and brains start to gain

From musical measures forming stanzas, combining

Providing answers to mystical questions, never typical inventions

Developed by my Gifted Unlimited mind

Suckers wanna talk but they mimic the rhyme

'Cause they're eager to find the secret behind

The way that I stomp all comp' just like a Timberland

It's the Guru and Premier, it's them again

Droppin' fly tracks and taking things over

And never selling out

'Cause I'm the hardcore composer