(*Prod. by DJ Mighty Mi / *Mixed by DJ Mighty Mi, Kieran Walsh) [** feat. Jakki Da Mota Mouth:] [Intro: ~Copywrite~] Yo, The year 2000 and 1* The shit talkers, Jakki Da Mota Mouth Copywrite78 Ya know, fuck everything else It doesn't matter [Verse 1 ~Copywrite~] Yo, I'm raw spitting, speak heat to leave your corpse sizzlin' Y'all wanna brawl mission, that's more for the mortician Y'all made a poor decision trying to war with em With 45, outta 44 or 4 bitten, wanna spark still Left you with a 20 scar grill That ain't a verse, You written a 20 bar will And I know ya'll can't excel Though ya'll prance and yell Plant in a cell But you ain't got a snowball chance in hell Finish your verse Before I diminish your turf Broke the 10 commandments my first 5 minutes on earth Futuristic, since my parents formed me from an egg, met I got physic's quoting shit that I ain't even said yet Hell is not far, the firespitter Inspire quiters When I drop bars like a retired stripper Don't like fit quoting shit that I said This ain't shit, you won't hear my dopest shit when I'm dead Got 7 albums locked with a key and they will no be released Until I start rotting in peace Till that day I'll keep droppin' MC's You don't like it, you can suck my cock and the 2 rocks underneath When I guest appear labels pay me to hold you back So I won't outshine their artists on their own tracks Dug in my hip and the day y'all ain't feelin nothin I spit I'mma drop the mic, like "Fuck it I quit" [Chorus: ~Copywrite~] You wanna bite, repeat it with a pen, I'm Copywrite Not conceded, I'm convinced I got listeners checkin' So, rewind the 1st verse 3 times be-fore you get to the 2nd The Mota Mouth on the track with me God might as well set fire to earth and rain gasoline This ain't no rap on, peace on It's Theme Music to sock the 1st MC stupid to breathe wrong [Verse 2: ~Jakki Da Mota Mouth~] Suppose you gain courage enough to step to me by bustin' You'll be the lowest 2 MC's, me and multiple concussion As I rock here with muthafuckaz and their crazy style Put that glock to their head, are you crazy now? You want mathematic thinkers come to Chicago My circum (circumference) 3.14 (3.1 to 4) MC's I eat like pie (pi) Go head take the mic so I could take your health Don't give this man a hand for makin' a fool out himself He grabbed the steel, spit a few verses about his few crowd Lasted for about 2 minutes then his ass got booted out I'm sick of rhymers rappin' like they raw breeders I can whore them but when I'm in a scene they beat is so beaters You have no freakin' skill, I'll take your soul and dip You dont think I'm real, touch me if you fake, you don't exist I'm Mota Mouth, I smash flows Come to one of my drunkin' shows Tell me, "Have you ever met a bigger asshole!" Approach the stage wit heart Bring your punk fan(s) Fuck around, grab the mic, and get tripled team by one man Who wanna battle, please come and get your ass kicked You all sound like a tad bit of bad shit You retarted and you frontin like you pimp shit You ain't hard and you ain't nuttin' like a limp dick You choose to test this nigga, my word's merciless You move puttin' your best shit up against my worst verses [Chorus: ~Copywrite~] You wanna bite, repeat it with a pen, I'm Copywrite Not conceded, I'm convinced I got listeners checkin' So, rewind the 1st verse 3 times be-fore you get to the 2nd The Mota Mouth on the track with me God might as well set fire to earth and rain gasoline This ain't no rap on, peace on It's Theme Music to sock the 1st MC stupid to breathe wrong [Outro: ~Copywrite~] Muthafuckaz, Copywrite MC's, Seven-Eight Try to run your mouth
