Theory Hazit - Honorable Mentions lyrics

[Samples] "For those don't wanna pay me, but want a verse from me It ain't getting no cheaper for you baby" "Sleeping around on me was your choice" "Guess I really made it out, huh?" [Verse 1: Theory Hazit] Get it right from jump Been swimming in my sins for months So if I drown, I hope you clowns eat my corpse for lunch While you were raising your banner, Thr3e was worthy of your slander Since the removal of your favorite lamb, the lambda lambda "Yup, Theory Hazit, we can't stand ya We wouldn't know who you are if it wasn't for ********** Preachers cost too much plus he ignores us too So we give up and just settle for you" "How much you charge for a verse? How much for a beat? Man, maybe next time, man my pockets too weak But my project is free, won't you drop it for free? Plus you'll get exposed to the fans that cop it from me" The same ones called me heathen, but then deny it of course I been a thief and labeled a coward because I filed for divorce Satan snitchin' on me Judgment Day Hell, he dead wrong, I'm far worse than what the devil say [Samples] [Interlude: Theory Hazit] Ha, they say they like the way I spit Ha, they say I'm one of the livest Ha, they want me on they side project Ha, but Theory Hazit ain't your side chick Ha, I said I woke up this morning Ha, with some things on my mind Ha, feeling unappreciated Ha, so I wrote a little rhyme [Verse 2: Theory Hazit] The reverend doctor got an AK Wetworkin' You roaches get the Raid spray, my weak rhyme'll body your best verses On game day, I touch the crowns on self-entitled kings You meet the heat like Lebron when I melt your idols writing things This is Malcolm and Martin million and marching Sparta Mixed with a legion of angels surrounding sons and daughters Simon Peter with a desert eagle, waving it at Caesar So if I was you, I probably wouldn't mention me either [Samples] [Verse 3: Johaz of Dag Savage] Allahu Akbar, running these rappers just like a track star The flow is like smack in your veins, call it the black tar Papa since tell me that's evidence of a black God The bar's always help me to package it in a cracked jar Marcus Garvey, Black Star, grind is relentless Put my head on a prayer rug and pray for forgiveness There's a sinner in my blood so I beg for repentance With the breath of an angel that is ethically sinless So Christ-like, so devils never cross me in my eyesight The scrolls stay colder than eskimos eating Klondikes Illuminate the sun with my tongue and watch it shine bright Bring life after d**h to the ready-to-*****-die type Yeah, the aura of my zone crush you Cut your fingers off and slap you with your own knuckles Dag Sav, I'm like the craziest beast Use my pen as a bullet when I aim and release [Samples]