Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Said the bars off the charts, the steez off the meter
Dylan picked the skillet up & now we 'bout to drop a heater
[Verse 1: J.ReaL Hip Hop]
I am not your regular, y'all pathetic, y'all unleaded gas
You met your match, I'm setting your car on fire, I'm the Predator
It's a red alert, at a red light, dead in my headlights
I watched your Kia Sport detonate
Y'all are feather weights, sure you're fly meanwhile, I'm Pacquiao
In a bout with Rocky, while he's tied down with cinderblocks...a heavyweight
Y'all are dead-weight, like zombies in a gym, I'm sick like phlegm
I grip my pen with the strength of retarded kids, I spit like them
I rap in black holes, I spit in six-dimensions
Split a rapper from the top of his snap-back down to the end of his britches
I cross em out like it's getting religious
Step in your listening party, beat you to death, then I steal ya' pension
I give a fruit-flavored fuck 'bout the rappers y'all think great
Far as I'm concerned I'm the only rapper in my state
I don't rate none of you niggas, cause really I hate all of you niggas
And you can say I'm hating, but then again, you're racist...haha!
[Hook 1: J.ReaL Hip Hop]
What it is? What you got to say?
I don't think y'all can compete cause we do this everyday! Yeah!
Ring the alarm, they escaped the penitentiary!
Cause they don't have bars, and can't fuck with me lyrically! Uh!
I can't see you...all of y'all invisible
That's a metaphor, but I swear it could be literal
I ain't into you, I just can't envision you
So I guess that makes me blind...or y'all invisible
[Verse 2: Shooter]
Disliking artists who screaming that they're the best
Disliking the alphabets when they're rapping 'bout BS!
Y'all can fall back or lean back, like BX!
Or everybody' out here can suck it like DX!
Man I'm a Shooter, I'm ain't talking 'bout guns
Cause I'm dropping threes too, but I still be the one!
If I'm shooting my threes, them I'm aiming for the goal
If I'm shooting for my dreams, them I'm aiming for my goal
I'm not aiming with a gun, trying to take another soul
I'm a lyrical pistol-pen, got me on parole
But that's never helping them, cause they're still getting slaughtered
Come harder, you oughta', I flow like stream-water
Why bother? I'm hotter, you gettin'? I got em'!
Get dropped at the bottom, they can see ya' like an otter
I stop em', blood clot em, there seems to be a problem?
Cause we can wrap it up, tie it up! Let me knot em!
[Hook 2: Shooter]
Uh! Damn, and all y'all invisible
Now name another female that was lyrical
Like the way when I was spitting on "Invincible"
Leave ya' in a critical-dition, literal....
...ly, lyricist, call me MC...
Lyte, I'm the electrician
With no equipment, never deficient
And that's because I'm related to resistance, huh!
[Verse 3: Dexter Beats]
Dexter The Underdog, commanding my team to attack the thresholds
Fuck everything you stand for, and follow my example
You can handle dismantle or deconstruct me
Presence is omnipresent, but your sonar can't detect me
Fuck society I'm rioting, rolling with that 9G!
Time to give it up motherfucker it's a robbery!
Triumph is a must-thing, a deity amongst kings!
Dylan The Dominator, exterminating Earthlings
I exemplify the underground, recognize what I'm putting down
Take your time, rewrite them lines, I know you gotta feel me now
I'm back up in the lab again, I'll take your bars and laugh at them
Hispanic causing panic I'm doing damage, I'm smashing em'
I'm thrashing em'! In the long-run I'm outlasting em'
Sticky-icky flow, peanut butter bars, Smuckers jar trapping em'!
Engaging my invasion, and the throne is my new seat
[Computer voice]: Welcome to Dexter's Lab. You are now obsolete. [Dexter]: Yeah!
[Hook 3: Dexter Beats] [2xs]
What it is? What it's gonna be?
Fuck them NIKES on your feet! I just wrecked my own beat! Yeeeuh!
Ring the alarm, tell me exactly what you see!
It's like I took my glasses off, y'all invisible to me!
[Verse 4: Freddy]
16's that I spit eliminating competition
They tossing pennies in wishing wells in hopes that I go missing
Keep on dreaming, wake up soon, Hollow Man, I can't see you
Invisible rappers you're non-existent, imaginary fucking fiction
Just chill, take a listen, tell me what you hearing Gee!
There's doubt in the voices of the niggas who said they killing me
Cause mentally, physically, verbally, and lyrically
I son em' all, three times over, call it a trilogy!
It's me, J.ReaL, Shooter's here, Dylan on the boards you should fear
The possibility of annihilation through symphonies
Tweet about it, be my guess! Tell Facebook how he's a mess!
How he ain't this and he ain't that, I done heard it all and I care less
All that gossip, leave that shit there to them bitches
You niggas be on my balls, like I'm on the mound pitching, for real
Y'all looking weak, disappointing opposition
Is it because I'm killer, with a pen & composition?
Or the fact that I'm iller than an incurable sickness
This verse was 1st degree, the jury might need a witness
Shout out to my fucking team, Varsity! Yeah that be my crew
Helen Keller to you other niggas, y'all invisible
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