Fingerwar - Anacron

Anytime I dip and hit em up

You might see me getting in a truck

Or old-school Crippin' in a bug

Cuter than a kitten in a cup

Clockin' much dough, scratch and pay

When I’m rocking the old fashion way

Niggas talking but don’t have jack to say

When I’m socking punks, I go Cassius Clay

Typically tyrannical tyrants inscribe this virus to papyrus via Sirius

satellites

Serious epidemics, plague lens and stylus

Say something

And I’m suddenly serving you, your squad and your stylist

Try to diss and watch me fry a bitch and while that beater is bumping you’ll

die to this

Little literally limited linebackers die faster in scrimmages

Gimmicks just fade, trends will just age, but lyrical wizardry’s limitless

I compose lines, but most quotes you’ve gotta rewind fo' times «that's a cold line!» gets muttered

A fo' sho sign that I mold mines

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Engaging fools I’m a raging bull and these busters are buxom bovines

Dopes write about slangin' dope and think that means they got dope rhymes

While I smirk at these jerks and I know that it’s go time