LYRIC FOR SALE (BUYER)

By Q-Heffna/2Deep

You got sugar in your tank/you gotta die or beat us
or di-a-betes/dude I'll leak thee/cuz you're a diff-er-ent species
and get left for speaking/out/or against/these G's
If you're looking for a problem/you WILL get/what you're seek-ing
Signed, sealed delivered/cuz I've lived it/and own it/completely
You dimwits are cheesy/listen close and you can hear what I'm showing is true
the one/who's spittin that venom that got you open/is Q
I never had a/Glock in the stash/just a clip in the ash
and a clip in the 4 5th/I light em both to finish your ass
Diminish your past/show you that you're in a miniature class
Then/ your next stop is underneath a doctor's clinical tasks
My elocution causes a lames death by electrocution
It's execution if you feel/ but try and steal/ the verbiage I'm using
I'm encouraging/you dudes who rely on the mumbles and autotunin'
to say something/ANYTHING/without sounding like the others/shit's confusing
Back in the day/those that played that way/were begging for a bruisin'

(chorus)
It's elocution/and it's you dudes without a clue/that I'm abusing
Cats without the talent to make anything but mumble music
I'm provin/that all your simple ass rhymes sound stupid
Next time/aim at yourself/when you wanna get to shootin'
Verse 2
Dudes get blown away/ easily/like dead dandelions
and then carried on the wind/cuz of their sins/and the men that they tryin'
I'm a pro/I never hold my gun side-ways
the only thing that's horizontal is how YOU gon' lay
how you gon' stay/If you choose/the gun play
they'll be playin organs of misfortune/while your body's displayed
It's that 2Deep clique/street shit/and we creep wit
rude dudes/who/bruise crews/with the sweet lips
Those shots blow/and not slow/when you see that heat lift
through anyone/especially if they giving info/and/leaking se-crets
You could try to/walk in my shoes/but do your feet fit?
Do you really wanna/travel my paths/and show your weakness?
I pled allegiance to violence/sewed it/and reaped it
and if I had/kept it going/I'd be locked up/or deceased, kid
So I'ma tell you suckers one more time/and I mean this
If you're threatening/or you corner me/you'll leave the scene split
(chorus)
Verse3
It's elocution/the practice of effectively speaking in public
and how you guys /elide/over your weak music's the subject
I've had enough it's/time for you up your talent/or your budgets
Cuz there's nothing/worse than unintelligible rap/shit's disgustin'
and I'm trustin'/that with every line that I spit/it's/ your soul I'm crushin'
When we talk about the greats/you'll never be/ in the discussion
I'm FLAMING you/right here/a capella/no assistance/or percussion
with different music in the background/Was it disturbing?/No, it wasn't
What you don't seem to understand/is you're a damn/dime a dozen
and you're bland/in a land/where you've got clones in abundance
My rhyme's HOT/you can hear that I just/got em out the oven
You dudes are weak/I'm unique/and made/from a different substance
I don't WANNA take it to the street/but if that's what you seek/then I'm snuffin'
So please/put your pride to the side/back in the day?/I'd be bustin'
at you/and your crew/and if you involve your family/your cousin
I just wanna be clear/I want you dudes to cease/how your functionin'
I know/you got a contract/but that's a problem when you're mumblin'
Just quit/or make a shift/so you idiots/can stop your bumblin'
I know you're mad/but keep it to yourself/or your jaw I'll be crumblin'
In case you're wonderin'...