LYRIC FOR SALE

By Q-Heffna/2Deep

I/got/that//smoke and fire for every dumbass that desires
to get up on the mic/and mumble bullshit through the wire
I can't tell one from the other/you're ALL sounding like you're crying
through the Auto tune/and you're all immune/to the /sickness I inspire
Take the marbles out ya mouth/move the mud/from off of the mic
make me respect the lyrical ability that only a mom could admire
I got that SMOKE/and I know you that you don't want/no parts of it
Flippin the fire lyrics/and lifting spirits/like an exorcist
Bumping beats/but bumpin teeth/ gets you beat/ cuz I'm the best at this
I hate you half ass whores/and to hit you up/I'm never hesitant
You travel in groups/like birds/because you're scary and irrelevant
and cuz you know alone/someone might show up solo at your residence
and yet you dopes still drape your damaged dignity in decadence
You're really docile/so why you muggin for the camera like you settin shit?
I'm bettin this/verse is harder than anything you said, seen, or EVER did
and if you ever/stepped a foot in MY shoes/you'd immediately have to piss!
It is what it is...
(chorus)
This is that fire/I'm smoking you clowns/and I'm retired
Too bad/you can't borrow talent from anyone/or your writers
So sad/that peeps fall for your fakery and fascade
Wishin that the size of your heart/was the same size of your squad
(verse 2)
I got that fire/and I mean it in any way that you take it
Say shit/from your bony/glass/jaw/and I'll break bits
of teeth from your face/and replace your jaw/with metal braces
So many stitches in your face/that they'll look/like shoe laces
Taste THIS/my lyrics bake shit/like/A-sian wasabi
Caged in/ with some ca-jun/while I'm bla-zin the party
I'm sayin/I'll make you feel/like that fire and ice
My hot temper/ makes me cold-hearted/and I expire your life
You can't even speak/no one understands you/not a peep
if the DID/they'd know you SUCK more than Jamaican teeth
and still/you dudes are cockier that a cop/copping a plea
smiling/while you're lyin to the camera/about/poppin the heat
Dude/everyone can see you're soft through the glitter/shakin like a leaf
and there's little separating you from a fairy and her wings!
You dudes need to quit it/and stick to making beats
It's Heffna/the pro-fess-or/that's crafting lines lit/like kerosene
(chorus)

Verse 3
You got jokes/but I got that smoke/because I fire
everything I'm holdin/cuz I'm emboldened by you liars
Who's dick you suck/to get to where you at/today
Spittin the gibberish/like it's the realest shit/wearing shower curtains on stage
Wearing out your welcome/with no help from/all the chrome shit in ya face
See through like lace/but I rhyme/at an impeccable pace
Understand me/you underhand the/basics for your fanatical base
You'll never be safe/not while I'm spittin missiles and you still carry a whistle for rape
I'm duckin you fakes/in you press me/I'll be tucking the tape
Naw, I'm jus sayin/to leave ME with no options/is a fxxxin mistake
Like leaving your cape/stuck in the doors/while the train is pullin away
You'll get dragged/if you bitches spit that ridiculous shit in my face
I got that smoke and fire/matter a' fact/that spoken fire
That spoken fire that retires all of these punk ass jokers that you hired!
One last time/for all you posers/I'm posted up with that smoke
Smokin that fire/with the entire crowd while your sire snatches your throat!