Sarah J - Fallen Rap Gods lyrics

[Verse] All the fallen rap gods, that's the influence I'm under My sh** hit the streets hard as a suicide jumper So you and I be different, I'm do or die If you not Mahatma Gandhi you don't know what to do with my hunger See half these rappers in the closet, the others skateboarding or slave for a label Show me a free man who ain't Morgan Me and my Riff Raff tip toeing in the same Jordans Keep a gun to protect my wild life like a game warden, n***a I ain't Scarface, call me cigar face Stuck between a rock and Longbeach because that's a hard place They told me I was destined to throw the east side out the window Over the challenger during the police car chase But instead I'm here, getting all of this cheddar Still got the beretta near, still drinking everclear like it's a keg of beer Yelling never fear, while I behead your favorite rapper with sh** I said 11 years ago Or f** it, when I was 11 years old Yeah, a n***a was cold Now I'm giving rappers one shot across the globe So if you're over the stove cooking rocks, be the next Hov If you're in college and your flow sick, be the next Cole I'm so sick I'm vomiting in consonants, that's for optimal occulence While I'm knocking some common sense in the noggins of the naysayers Drunk off of 100 shots of confidence Like I was when I dropped the 52 weeks I was constantly dropping content and conquering all the continents I'm the roots of that sh** like I was signed to ok playa Ok playa, rhyme sayer, p**y layer, excuse my Biggie moment This sh** so notorious that I should get Diddy on it While these battle rappers keep talking sh**, they don't really want it Because bar for bar, I don't gotta watch the throne, n***a I'm really on it, too many components for any opponent CROOKED is a n***a who can only represent the illest lyrics ever written Getting vivid with prolifics spitting kicking instrumentals in Addictive dental, splitting n***as with precision with the lyricism And a clearer vision it's a bigger mission When your favorite rapper missing because the n***a is sitting in a ditch Yeaaah (laughs) That's because I put them there, b**h Flexing, I need all of my street n***as to know Just because you're flipping the blow and pimping a ho, we ain't no different I'm gripping the biz and flipping the flow And between you and me, I can still get it for 22 a key let me know if it's a go I'm just a real n***a with heart Like a casting agent for female impersonators I pick b**h n***as apart Ditch digging's an art Like a stand by flight attendant, I pick which n***as depart The bigger they are, the harder they fall The flow is Niagara, I'm walking on water. I'm slaughtering you all Cut me, I bleed Viagra, I'm harder than y'all The level of genius this rapper is That's motherf**ing-that's motherf**ing- Duke Ellington at Carnegie Hall [Outro] The fallen rap gods, that's the influence I'm under My sh** hit the streets hard as a suicide jumper So you and I be different, I'm do or die If you not Mahatma Gandhi you don't know what to do with my hunger Y'all taking the game back Y'all taking the game back Whack rappers are taking us back-wards