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”