D.R. Da Rula - Hip Hop's Gutz Lyrics

I gotta get this shit up off my chest
The best couldn't compete
This contest is not for the weak
In a week I'll be a threat to the vets
Losing sleep to get checks with value to keep
I keep it calm as a sheep
Test me shit will get hectic
Your septum can smell this peice
All the skeptics in for a treat
Play fetch and get me a seat
Royalty comes royalties
Follow me
Watch what you see
When I speak don't curve me like C's
If you see me take of your sneaks
Boy you walking inside my dream
Pay me for what I think
Spit like babies in nurseries
When I rhyme I could split the sea
Detrimental on any beat
Incidentally killing Kings
I'm The Thing and it's 4 of me
Fantastically slaughtering
Show Bron how to get more rings
You boys want no more of me
Flow like water in 40 sinks
Got an order to taunt em
Flaunting my confidence cause it's key
They locking the door me so I laugh
Then I repeat
I'm repeatedly doubted

Morally tough
Scornfully rough
Cause they hate me
That's wassup
Give no f*cks still f*cking em up
At the heads buzzing em up with no liquor
I'm getting sicker so call the coroner up
Pride low and I keep it tucked like her thong
If, ands, and buts aren't acceptable when you us
Catch the bus if the car act up
Lay low and never slow up it's a must
Y'all must speed up
The baton is all in my clutch
And I'm running summoning crowds that wonder if I'm gone bluff but I won't
I won't stop till they put me back in the crust
My momma won't have to work when this money coming in gusts
Give thanks to her uterus
Build me tough
Never give up or go down without a surplus
Y'all worried
Shrug in my strut
GET RICH
Cause life's a bitch and her juice is all in my cup
Pour it up
Can't get enough
Put me down I get right back up
I ball like a cornea
I'm a nut
I'm nutting up and I'm coming plummeting into the stomach of HIP HOPS GUTS
WASSUP

I'm calling out the mediocre they first instinct is to hate
If this a battle for the greats in this game ain't nobody safe
I'm racing to home plate tryna get some food on my plate
Placing niggas on back burner fires from hells gates
IF IM LYING THEN STOP THE TAPE
If I'm lying then stop the tape
Y'all be sugar coating the truth
In the booth all I know is proof
I just cock the lyrics and shoot
I reside where homicide and suicide wonder ya mind
It's do or die I'm too alive
Before you die it's win, survive, or you lose
It's rap, drugs, or you hoop
Playing the cards right is way more than following suit
I want more than just hollows and coupes
My generation can be peaceful but we violatile too
The D real I know 12 keep it silent for Proof
Y'all wanna be the dream team and hit a vagina or two
But if you can't talk the shit you live then what you trying to do
Passionate activist dying to loot
Smashing the gas getting high in the coupe
Acting an ass
Untieing my loops
Tell his ass come and try on my shoes
I live a life where dude a put the iron to a fool before he put a iron to Trues

I put the system down I know the game
Keep it short and real like Charlemagne
Far from fame
War in my veins
Leave warriors slain
Bleach on the floor before the coroner came
It's City Boy if they keep asking for Wayne
Look
I won't knock you but don't get knocked off
You ain't real just a knock off
I'm dominating like Dalmatians bet I can spot y'all
Claiming you on the top
You not dawg
How bout you climb a building and throw yourself off the Top Dawg