DexLabb - Draft Day Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: DexLabb] OUUUUU! Net-cess Net-cees You know i had to Do it for the monsters livin' under the rocks Talkin' sh** through an e-portal like you're e-mortal gods I once got it twisted and fell into the 98' flow But as far as 98' goes, i got 99 problems minus you b**hes., Still livin' in the past like my old, racist grandma' a** Damn, you know i had. yeah, you know i had to tell em Could do this sh** on acapella, so u can hear me better Still ain't gettin through to em', guess i'll never have clearance ever And when i blow up i-know-ill-get-the-dear-john-letters I know ill get ur correspondence, like keep droppin' the raw sh** Lame, turn around infront of the mirror, bend over And slam ur a** against the pane and f** yourself,i love when they shout Ouu, i got the fire i know it. 11 years writing that poet-ic justice But it did no justice now i'm on that dumb sh** Most rappers fall off in the midsection i did my crunches Most rappers never change while i stay misplacin' my luggage Most rappers here don't even rap they write the gayness sh** i would be embarsd to say that sh** on stages, i'd be embarsd If i wasted my best years, gettin' weird not gettin' money Power and respect of my peers, too many intellectuals here Success just ain't logical, no action comes from unsatisfaction That ain't possible, that ain't what got the greats to their place, that ain't What got em' in mags, videos and benj frank's face in their banks Face it you either ain't or you are, and alot of you aren't Im just here to show you what you could never start., What you were never a part of, i'll be forever a martyer They'll put a pic of my face on the main page and claim they lead em' to stardom U can put my poster in ur room and throw darts at it N at night you can shoot cum shards at it f*ggit, you know i nailed it. you know i sara palin'd this b**h You know it ain't the brains it's the way that you spit You know it, you know you ain't made for this sh** You know one day soon ill get paid for this sh** While you slave for minimum wage diggin' your grave 8-6 Come, ride on this dick. slide on this canadian chopper Get u screamin' louder than exhaust pipes or maybe an opera You're all invited when i blow up, keep entertaining the offer Just know, you gonna have a seat at the front when i stunt Im the f**in' zen iron man, i got palladium chakras With a freaky yoga b**h in the back with a retractable kunt Mannnn, i dont know what im sayin at this point Spark up this joint, im too lazy to body ya' just hop in my trunk And let me drive off of this jump s**