(Verse 1)
Illegal turn my mic up, let me scream on all these f** rappers, backpackers, competition so whack that I ain't gonna mention any names
plenty flames hit you battling son and you a f***** if you pose on the Internet with a gun
You ain't popping s*** but the seeds in your slack dime sack, I climax from sonning rappers, give me my rhymes back
you f****** punks that's why you caught the b**** vapors, spit at a hater, jump this Lord Lhus I kick flavour
Smash through ambush your platoon with Snowgoons, harass crews who spit if they whack it's bad news
f*** a battle, this a war if you're glorifying the lame scene, accept the Trojan Horse then we conquer the mainstream
Bow down or kick rocks, homie you ain't as hot as me, I'm a God in Hip-Hop, study your rap mythology
I'm centuries ahead of MCs, write rhyme in s***eships, I kicked the flow in 80 BC, battle with ancients
(Chorus)
He sold out, not me, not me, who sold out? Not me, not me
smoke dro out, yes indeed that's me, Lord Lhus f*** the industry, punishing MC's
(Verse 2)
But I'm not done yet p****, you cowards pray to the snakes, sign a five album deal - Not getting paid, you getting raped!
You think you hustling? The label make you feel like solid gold, but they want half of your publishing and every bit of your soul, f*** that
I'mma hit platinum with battle raps, instead of cattle trapped inside of a record label contract
m*********** you can't own me, this Lord Lhus, I rep the underground homie, rob record labels with my cronies, what up
I get sick with a mic, the flow moves, no room in the venue on stage with Snowgoons
watch me kill a track, running with savage guerrilla packs, spit the illest rap, warn the Asians, Godzilla's back
You ain't f****** with it f*****, this is your rapper, Lord Lhus, I'm from South Carolina
come and get it punk, I destroy you with no remorse, saying f*** commercial rap and prepare for the Trojan Horse
(Chorus)
He sold out, not me, not me, who sold out? Not me, not me
smoke dro out, yes indeed that's me, Lord Lhus f*** the industry, punishing MC's
Illegal turn my mic up, let me scream on all these f** rappers, backpackers, competition so whack that I ain't gonna mention any names
plenty flames hit you battling son and you a f***** if you pose on the Internet with a gun
You ain't popping s*** but the seeds in your slack dime sack, I climax from sonning rappers, give me my rhymes back
you f****** punks that's why you caught the b**** vapors, spit at a hater, jump this Lord Lhus I kick flavour
Smash through ambush your platoon with Snowgoons, harass crews who spit if they whack it's bad news
f*** a battle, this a war if you're glorifying the lame scene, accept the Trojan Horse then we conquer the mainstream
Bow down or kick rocks, homie you ain't as hot as me, I'm a God in Hip-Hop, study your rap mythology
I'm centuries ahead of MCs, write rhyme in s***eships, I kicked the flow in 80 BC, battle with ancients
(Chorus)
He sold out, not me, not me, who sold out? Not me, not me
smoke dro out, yes indeed that's me, Lord Lhus f*** the industry, punishing MC's
(Verse 2)
But I'm not done yet p****, you cowards pray to the snakes, sign a five album deal - Not getting paid, you getting raped!
You think you hustling? The label make you feel like solid gold, but they want half of your publishing and every bit of your soul, f*** that
I'mma hit platinum with battle raps, instead of cattle trapped inside of a record label contract
m*********** you can't own me, this Lord Lhus, I rep the underground homie, rob record labels with my cronies, what up
I get sick with a mic, the flow moves, no room in the venue on stage with Snowgoons
watch me kill a track, running with savage guerrilla packs, spit the illest rap, warn the Asians, Godzilla's back
You ain't f****** with it f*****, this is your rapper, Lord Lhus, I'm from South Carolina
come and get it punk, I destroy you with no remorse, saying f*** commercial rap and prepare for the Trojan Horse
(Chorus)
He sold out, not me, not me, who sold out? Not me, not me
smoke dro out, yes indeed that's me, Lord Lhus f*** the industry, punishing MC's