Hear Me Though - Copywrite

You’re payin' me to guest appear?

That’s like handin' me five Gs to slice you from chest to ear

These veterans here spew sentiments of pain

After I shoot the gift my stage presence/presents will remain

Visions came to you after you picked my brain

If you got creative juices

Then I got the fruit from which they came

Think I’m heartless cause crews get slain

But of course I got a heart

What else could pump this steel through my veins

And C don’t aim to please

I aim to kill lame MCs

Point my slang at their brains and squeeze

You bring five fingers of death to cats?

I got one finger to bring you to death in four seconds flat

And you won’t last so don’t brag

You wanna go toe to toe?

I’m tryin' to go toe to toe tag

So when you hear that chirp sound

Spit my verse clown

That way you can make it 20 seconds through the first round

I stay strep throat from screamin' rated X quotes

Battled the whole Tunnel for doe

Players left broke

So the shit I’m on

You’re not remotely on that

And nobody’s fuckin' with my crew

Quote me on that

This is theme music so smoke your weed to it

And choke MCs to it

You know how we do it

And to the haters?

I know you feel me though

You hatin' on me but you hear me though

And to my people that’s evil

Drinkin' and drivin' illegal

Smokin' and high as an eagle

Bitches I’m tryin' to see you

But to the haters

I know you feel me though

You hatin' on me but you hear me though

It’s C Dub, chewed up in a rented Benz

I’d speed up but the tank is on E like Eminem

One blunt

The hoes hands right in my pants

Two blunts

And I’m on the opposite side of the road like I’m in France

I spit hate

Fuck that

For each mixtape I bless

Your record release date is pushed a month back

But we can spar sitting, drop 50 bars shittin'

The bathroom or the vocal booth, no large difference

I hit herb smoke

Spit to split nerves open

None of that shit you spit is worth quotin'

Each verse smokin'

78, never fake

Leave you in the middle of nowhere like the letter «H»

Better get it straight

Before I straighten it myself

You a clone

I diss you, I’m hatin' on myself

Copy headed

Like take your slopped edit demo

Document it

Fuck you, fuck him

And tell 'em Copy said it

Get your soft crew

So I can clip them off too

My clique can not lose

Got sick shit to drop soon

You picked the wrong dude

Quick to cock tools

Start the beef at 5:58 and make the six o’clock news

I still battle

Dawg, ain’t no slaughterin' me

Besides, I don’t battle for nothin' short of a G

It’s sort of a change

A New World Order in my brain

Waiter, come here

I need a new girl, order some brain

The hottest shit

I creep low with a freak ho

Honest bitch I got a dick that a giraffe couldn’t deep throat

You weak though

You’re tired clique?

I put 'em six feet

You could empty an entire clip and couldn’t hit me

You miss me

What you gettin' done, spittin' dumb?

Usin' bitten shit to battle me

But forgot I’m the one you bit it from

Crunch time with the one ton mind wordsmith

21 rhymes I didn’t hear one line worth shit

Fucks your purpose?

All your verses worthless

This is Mhz turf

Get off the Earth you worthless

Tell someone, what I’m spittin' is not flames?

And you’re dead wrong like B.I.G.

layin' in Pac’s grave

For every mill I pull I add a syllable to my flow

That means for now, I’m killin' 'em slow

Stay smashin' cats

I ain’t goin' nowhere

I’ll be here tomorrow

Day after tomorrow

And the day after that