Matrx - Dead Spot Lyrics

Yall must be playin (I don't play)
I am no featherweight I am a man (I'm the man)
Dressed for fate I am on land
But my mind ain't I'm chasing bands
Cause of my pay it don't stay long
Once in the bank gone ate still starved
Cause the waits long I ain't bond with no one
Cause it ain't profitable ridicule me you'll see what I'm made of
I'm tryna eat in a poor economy
I do not mumble you can hear me properly
Been at it for a minute with max velocity
Everyone doing this shit sloppily
A dick I probably am (Yah yah)
Cause shit I can't honestly stand (Ooh)
I'll be raisin demand I ain't no slave
But want a rock on my hand
You wanna be brave? come rock with the man
You'll never recover when I gunna' the man
No stranger to struggle but mumble I am
I roman the game with a sword in hand
More to plan for the future
Past contraband user
I'm spreading like a tumor rumor ya'll useless
Making noise but it's nuisance
Rap these days is copy and paste (Uh)
Rap was a culture but now it's a race (Mmm)
Rappers just straight up abandon the faith
I am a man that was built out of pain my scars
And tribulations it built my name
Say my name (Say my name)
You best use caution Jacob matrx
Two different bodies you only see one
You spittin' hot shit? probably not
Everyone's a rapper everyday there's another one
I'm ready to spray at the f*ckin' skunks
Ya'll reek of the junk you ain't an emcee you a wanna be pump
Take a peep at me if you wanna see a f*ckin' real one
Here son let me teach you the order of knowledge
A wanna be homage I promise to follow this damn path
'Til I kick the boards of my coffin
And spit with the ghosts of all the emcees before me that rocket
Shipped this shit to a whole new process
Oh my gosh it's matrx (F*ck)
I stand my own ground
Like a silhouette I've got my own back covered
Face hidden hat rap sweater
Always a black get up
Push me down gon' see black get up
I write like I'm mad at paper
Rap like I'm in a fight with danger
So tap before this right connects you with prayer
You can tell I'm one of who god sent us
A long line of divine essence
One rhyme and you're in line of my weapon
I'm not finished I'm at mach seven with a full tank
Bull strength and nos up in it
Spittin' like I just took a box of amoxicillin (Yah)
So try me
The fittest on these tracks
Rippin each ones back
I switch it
And ears fold back listen
While I cripple like a disease the human race don't want back
So grimy (Grimy)