The BeatBox

[Intro]:

Hold it Down!
Yeah...
Said 2094! (Tradgic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb!)
You know it!

MalumeDee
Pen Supreme, on the beat
Set the record straight...
Raaah!

[Verse (Deë 2094)]:

I write words from my hurts, I'm literature
Deny curse, in my verse, when I spit-a
She nice, thirsty, like verbs; I'm doin' her
She crazy with a continental ass, she a-freak-a

My set switch up for fans nigga it gets iller
My last feature was mad thriller, I'm that killer
My fam lit up for days, we hang with band singers
My flow еmpty out the river as my bank fill up

I'm back readin' thеse cheques, gettin' respect with it
These whack rappers is scared, they shook to death with me
I hit a nigga up and told him to rap with me...
On due day his verse never showed like his dad did him

My rap rhythm done tear image and slash gimmicks
Go H.A.M with it and rap livid, obsessed with it
I'm blessed with it, I'm passed dissin' these fags with it
My raps killin' the tracks, their trains are wrecked with me

I simply live for the rhythm
Spittin' it, I'm killin' the lyrics
Givin' it up, ceasin' the scrimmage
City kid up, lit up the village
Did he get to speak to the victims?
They were devastated
They were lookin' down when I took the stage

I elevate, I raise the bar, I emasculate
My raw state done cooked, baked these slow pains
Your girl weave would catch fire if I show flames
I'm cocaine with propane, too dope man! But...

Rappers is steady gettin' too comfy
Hatin' the realest for nothin'
These bubbly rappers on Molly
Forgettin' this could get ugly
This ain't even about the money
Maybe it does with the honies
A bunch of futureless druggies
Who finna get killed by Muffin! I'm...

Choppin' the baking soda, I'm cookin'
These weary rappers is lookin'
I kill 'em for show in bookings...
We dump on the streets as we steady pushin'
We ever lookin' for groupies who finna get with the newbies...
Who do trees
When truly;
I smoke what they are producin'...

I've come to set the record straight
The magistrate, could not incarcerate
Because I'm never fake, I elevate
To levels flippin' testin' up the masses fate
Take centre stage, these rappers soft and sweet
So I just have a cake...

So go ahead and do your groupie rap
Personally, I jus' feel that you are rudely whack
Some of y'all should really shut the feeble poopin' trap
Coz when it comes to skill the rest of y'all lickin' my booty crack

I mean...point out a rapper better than me
I dare him to step up and write a letter to thee
So you can snitch and I make another casualty
For blasphemy to anybody thinkin' he's better than Deë!

Coz this is what I do
This is how I grew
This is how I prove
I'd kill it if I blew

This is what I do
This is how I grew
This is how I prove
I'd kill it if I blew

This is what I do
This is how I grew
This is how I prove
I'd kill it if I...blew

[Outro (King Culprit)]:

From the Era of doorags and Boom-Bap
Still that boy with new raps and new racks
My wolf pack'll push back a douche bag
King Culprit true fact the new Mac
Might unleash the beast within believe me
While I feast at ease they look bulimic
Been real and still don't need a gimmick
God speed indeed there is no limit
Hear the bass and shake like there's an earthquake
Know your place or wake up in the dirt quick
A bit of pressure they break just like a toothpick
Clean up your act in fact, go get a broomstick
The new school; they do too much too soon
Then get schooled by old dudes on being cool
Think old school in due time for my move
The old school's a whole mood, to vibe to...