Declaration

Yo this girl called me

Hi pos heard your s**t back in style baby

Heard the de la said I'm back in style y'know

Heh

Scratching

You you you

You need to stop

I declare that only live n***az rap this year prodigy

Jam's off the meter yo this s**t is hot p smith

There's always one

One

Amateurs get hung with they own gold chains rebel ins

There it is

I declare that only live n***az rap this year prodigy

Posplug won

The average mc sells terror

We nail terror up against the wall for target practice

Not one of your top five mc's

But I see clearly with ease you lack this

Coast to coast we pop up on your scene like toast

Playin host to your regiment

Who rally to boast but now boast no more

They got floored by the sight of my ledger print

I came specifically to fracture yo' ability

To grandstand anywhere next to me

This is the year when the true better man

Keeps the cheddar and writes to his destiny

Word

Timeless episodes of talent got me nominated

By the ones who hated me on spittin tighter

Salute these supa emcees for bein clever

And never use the w**d as a ghost writer

Scratching

I declare that only live n***az rap this year prodigy

Jam's off the meter yo this s**t is hot p smith

Run a rapper through a maze like a experiment malik b

Yeah word up

I declare that only live n***az rap this year prodigy

Posplug won

Contrary to popular truth these youth are runnin scared

So in one stare they gettin strapped

Cash rules nuttin from below the belt

The d**k choose to melt asses where them dollars at

Where them dollars at

Musta been bitten by a rabbit

Actin silly like that your pop culture need a diaper change

I'm snatchin the mic like I'm lootin

With a whole lot of shootin while you're keepin out of sniper range

Your aim's to please my aim's to freeze

You dead center in your tracks with your hands high

Ain't no tricks we set it to fire like hendrix

All the hard rocks at liquor spots

All over the scene makin it messy

So we make a clean getaway to a better day

Can't say the same for them cats who left the game

Cause they couldn't claim the better pay

This ain't no masquerade

So the mass parade of people need to stop frontin

There's truly a few makin them hits

While us we got our mitts closed cause you on the field buntin

Make it to third bass but never reach home

The word is your whereabouts is unknown

While we're that point of view that you never really knew

With the stitch to keep the cut sewn

De la

Scratching

I declare that only live n***az rap this year prodigy

Jam's off the meter yo this s**t is hot p smith

Rock a bye baby on the tree top

When the wind blows the cradle will rock

Rock ro