- Apr 1, 2001
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To sleepers (part III)
You can’t freak the funk if you’re a sleep punk no way
Too great a height chump you can’t escape this fight today
Sleepers harm **** with the odor from their armpit
I fight hard just to use right guard before the storm hit
Caught up in Hip Hop rhymes brought to an abrupt stop
I snap chain and rap pain sleeper crap is lame and not hot
Couldn’t see dope if you saw crack through a microscope
You whack without hope like a rope you tied up in your quote
Yall fake dancers couldn’t come ill with prostate cancer, nope
Wake up with your fake butt even with a map and navigation
Your rap is off location like lost ships, false scripts no dedication
So panic in this situation as you face organic degeneration
Must have the ability to rhyme don’t be silly and blind
A thug don’t play at Subway get a Philly steak sometime
Spit acid on plastic watch it melt my drastic lyrics are felt
Like daddy belt it whelp like crazy sleeper cats hear it and knelt
Couldn’t come nice and clean if yall were ice cream got a vice
On your spleen will knife your team I got the funk have a slice
Rap wouldn’t be exciting if it was zap by lightning
Your crap frightening like Tales of The Crypt writings
In open water I’m choking and slaughter these sleepers
MC’s can’t be weepers my rhymes like mortars wearing sneakers
NADDRAPPER PEACE
You can’t freak the funk if you’re a sleep punk no way
Too great a height chump you can’t escape this fight today
Sleepers harm **** with the odor from their armpit
I fight hard just to use right guard before the storm hit
Caught up in Hip Hop rhymes brought to an abrupt stop
I snap chain and rap pain sleeper crap is lame and not hot
Couldn’t see dope if you saw crack through a microscope
You whack without hope like a rope you tied up in your quote
Yall fake dancers couldn’t come ill with prostate cancer, nope
Wake up with your fake butt even with a map and navigation
Your rap is off location like lost ships, false scripts no dedication
So panic in this situation as you face organic degeneration
Must have the ability to rhyme don’t be silly and blind
A thug don’t play at Subway get a Philly steak sometime
Spit acid on plastic watch it melt my drastic lyrics are felt
Like daddy belt it whelp like crazy sleeper cats hear it and knelt
Couldn’t come nice and clean if yall were ice cream got a vice
On your spleen will knife your team I got the funk have a slice
Rap wouldn’t be exciting if it was zap by lightning
Your crap frightening like Tales of The Crypt writings
In open water I’m choking and slaughter these sleepers
MC’s can’t be weepers my rhymes like mortars wearing sneakers
NADDRAPPER PEACE
