No Secret

[Intro]

Yeah, welcome to the dark side
SYth Lord
Lord Gary, D.C., What it is?

[Verse 1]

Magic, i spit it with a mythical force
Tell a hoe shake ya ass like I'm Mystikal or
Drop it low girl, drop it, drop it low like Esther
Went to jail for stabbing a, Chester the molester
Confessed to, crimes that I did on my own accord
Like RZA my tongue's a sword
And you can get it when I flip it I'm killing whoever gets in the middle
Will feel the wrath of a psychopathic killer
That is iller than the thriller in manilla, Lord
Chick thick looking like Melyssa, Ford
Back on my rappity rap and tap dancing on the track
I'm back like cooked crack exposing what you lack
You rat bastard flows a rap hazard
Nuclear, DC's nucleus for rap atoms
Cataclysmic, definition of tragic ending
I'm better than whoever spitting nigga go and get them
I'm rejuvenated, refreshed and reborn
SYth Lord, you ain't on the shit that he's on
Keep Going even when I'm Fallen I be Scorn
The heat's on whenever I spit you leave warm
Blue jeans on, with a black tee
Rap game mine I'ma run it like an athlete
At a track meet, erratic is the faculty
You crabs couldn't fathom all the casualties

[Chorus]

(It ain't no secret) I run this shit
Bringing you hit after hit
(It ain't no secret) the way that I spit
Makes rap niggas wanna quit
(It ain't no secret) gotta keep it real
You niggas should've never got a deal
(It ain't no secret) on my way to a mill
So I don't give a fuck how you feel
(It ain't no secret)

[Verse 2]

Murderous bars I hurdle at stars
Since I'm the god of spitting they call me Squirtle Allah
Verbally harder than most of those foes who oppose
Don't fuck with hoes who chose to snort coke up they're nose
I keep it cleaner than babies born inside of a church
Then head directly to the back of a hearse, Fresh Ta Def
Set precedence every time I represent the residence
Heaven sent to hell I'm a resident
It's evident I'm a veteran like a war vet
Get your top taken off like Corvette
Keep it laced to the waist like a corset
Press the issue get a missile to your forehead
Hold that when I verbal attack
Murderous acts of vocal violence split you like knack
On the P4 and before you see war just leave or
Receive more shells than you see on a seashore
Need water to digest the words
Because I'm a full course meal and you're just hors d'oeuvres
No seasoning I'm a, spicy meat-a-ball-a
You swallow to fast your throat might need a Ricola
The game's over now that I'm here
L-o-r-d cook up like Boyardee
Don't mind me I'm just rapping about
Giving mumble niggas something to yap about, I'm out

[Chorus] 2x

End