[Verse 1: Punchline]
Check it, yo –
My presence is overshadowin', we spit different
Your album's like a bad stock tip, I lose interest
I'ma kinda nice, keep your distance
You beg to differ, that's sicker
Something my mindframe can't picture
For 'Pac I pour liquor, in peace may you rest
If only the best rappers die then I know that I'm next
Never impressed; lyrically, shittin' on crews
I rhyme first, what makes you think they checkin' for you?
[Verse 2: Cobra Red of Da 5 Footaz]
Say you wanna battle? Cobra gets vindictive, you ain't heard?
Stomp a nigga face out, watch his teeth make love to the curb
Can't say a word, he's laying there emotionless
His head similar to a grape, crushed from a wine press
Oh, what a mess! Don't stain the sheer Gucci dress
Curtsy when 5 Footaz steps in your presence
You can't do nothing less, but respect the na-na
Known to chop you into pieces like chefs at Benihana, uhh!
[Verse 3: Planet Asia]
Yeah, uh-huh uh-huh, uh-huh – yo! {*beat switch*}
Rockin' it raw, exactly who I'm rockin this for?
I'm rockin this for Lyricist Lounge, Hip-Hop and that's all
No stopping, there's more, dropping this, so cop this in the stores
Heard they needed a interlude, so I just had to record
A couple of bars of punishment, to show y'all niggas who's running shit
Songs is Kong, I squeeze a fist and crush buildings
And touch millions – man, women, plus children
Villains and such, 'Life As It Is' the LP, about to touch billions
[Verse 4: Guilty – Consequence & Menace]
You don't wanna go bar for bar with these wild coyotes
That'll turn the spot ugly if you out of line, homey
'Cause y'all niggas done had your time to shine, spittin' your game
Now that shit is gon' change, dawg, when Guilty bang
You need to really stop reaching, like it's something top secret
When we all know that the only thing you pop is Pop Secret
Yo, the game is in me, these cats tried to bang it in me
The way these fools acting, they deserving an Emmy
[Verse 5: Phil Da Agony]
Uhh – yeah, y'all should get your act together, and get motivated
My album highly anticipated, one of the greatest
A long drawn out victory
History with no mystery, it was so sick of me
To drop concepts, building up the reps
Ideas sparked the mind of my peers, get you in gear
Confident, in my confidant, rule the renaissance
Tour de France, drink liquor for launch
Carte blanche wherever I go, never repetitive flow
Planting more seeds and watchin 'em grow
Yo! Yo... {*fades out*} Phil Da Agony...
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