D.O.R. Death of Rap - Lil B

Fuck the rap game

It’s that death of the rap game

Fuck the world

I’m God

Lil B

I’m militant, I’m very Based, I’m very proper

You want the war, you bring your troops, I’ll bring the choppers

You niggas gay, yeah, you gay, you fuckin' faggot

I’m head first, with 30 rounds I let them have it

Battlefield with fast cash, you never grab it

I post up with big blunts and Maseratis

Rick Ross, the new whip is Big Body

New Boys, you bitch-niggas I been Rocky

Been cocky, ask Josh, I been active

Ride a bus, with long straps, no riff-raff

Then you drive cars, we hold guns, Dodge Magnum

Yes, tragic how he left with no comments

Never settle for nigga-rich, I’m gonna rob em

Catch me slippin' with tiny pants, you think I’m nerdy

.45 got nice aim;

I throw curvy

My game, I run court, I’m James Worthy

From the block, I’m from the bricks like New Jersey

I did court, I did jail, you can’t hurt me

Waterfront the fam nigga, it’s West Berkeley

And they ask where I been, I been rappin'

You drive cars, you fuckin' fag, I been gassin'

In my eyes is blood, sweat and pain, cause

It’s a shame that they don’t know my name, Blood

Lil B: I blow trees in all seasons

Think I’m slippin?

Find out!

For no reason

Met pain, I met God, I met death

They all said I’m BasedGod, and that’s that

Spit sick, I spit rhymes, I spit facts

I’m not Drake, I ain’t come in the game rich

Fuck you if you don’t feel my game, bitch

Fuck you if you don’t like my name, bitch

BasedGod tell your girl, she could suck on it

Put money on God and I bust on him

Don’t hate!

I rock out like Philly rock

Real street, like a New York City block

Beat your ass like a New York City cop

Flipmode, a Rah Digga, a mind-figure

Fuck crackers, fuck hoes &fuck niggas

Fuck her, fuck you &fuck me

Lil B: I’m back bitch, I spit heat

Post up, I sell dimes and fat zips

Got crack: the cats come like catnip

Don’t trip: I never fold like napkins

Real goon, I’m just Robbin' like Baskins

Anthrax a real boy like Osama

Been played, I been beat, I love drama

X-Man on defense, it’s street shit

Riding up in deep tints &deep dish

Never thought I’d come hard?

I fooled you!

Been watchin', I cursed you it’s Voodoo

Been locked in, Mach-10s and Mac-10s

Leave his head split and no Cochran to back him

Don’t you niggas wish I’d fall off the Big League?

At my lowest point, sacrifice to make bread

XMR — call your bitch and get head

She don’t really like you: possum, she play dead

Riding up top.

Real niggas and big blocks

Say the pack dead?

bitch nigga the pack hot

All these new niggas is my sons, the new boys

Fuck you rap niggas: new guns and new toys

Infrared beam make you dream, then POOF!, boy

Semi-auto rounds make you scream like Luke, boy

Only other thing that I ain’t did is die yet

I don’t like that mindset, nigga, it’s the grind-set

Don’t wear a watch, cause it could be your time next

You not a threat: my rap flow is bomb threats

Stay in your house: I’m st&eding with death threats

Shit, think you hard?: I bust a nut like good sex

Think you real?

A Bay nigga, a hood vet

Lil B: I’m BasedGod with no stress

Incest, fuck your bruh and fuck your bitch

No homo… fuck your life, I’m getting rich

Mexican: I’m illegal, I move bricks

No love, I dog hoes like new pits

Doctor!

I need help, the game’s sick

Lil B give a fuck about the fame, bitch

Welcome to the army

D.O.R., nigga

Death Of Rap

Fuck all you rap niggas, Lil B run this shit

BasedGod