(Verse 1)
Now who's reppin' the hardest? Checkin' these bars from the depths of my conscious
Sketchin' these songs with weapons drawn as I empty the cartridge
My pen is cathartic I write just to weather the hardships
Cause in the end all of us suffer indelible losses
Dwellin' in darkness at the thought we're all destined for coffins
So ain't stressin' which devil they elect into office
I'm just perfectin' these pauses till my methods are flawless
But whoever's pen is the sharpest is never the largest
But I'ma promise to deliver the message regardless
Spreadin' these lessons just to see which one stretches the farthest
While these A&R's are promotin' professional garbage
Cause label executive offers indebted the artists
And the fans have fallen for the fake deception it causes
So the chances are that most of you slept on the rawest
Cause to be honest there's some legends you've all missed
And it's not your fault but these peasants are Godless
Just novis's with no credentials to spar with
Anyone who sees their bluff and the potential to call it
As we carry the culture that we get from our Father's
Like in the 60's switchin' over to the Mets from the Dodgers
Always respectful where I'm steppin' but never been cautious
To go from flippin' you off to flippin' the desks in your office
Then bomb steady, a force beyond deadly
Of course you're not ready for war cause God sent me
With more, libraries and stores of rhymes plenty
Galore then got buried and scorched from blind fury
Cause every bar and line is a course on rhyme theory
Drawing from the divine as the source that's primary, it's on
(Chorus)
You Ain't A Spitter, you're still learnin' how to talk
From the Bronx to Belgium all the real rhymers speak it raw
You punks are clowns don't even talk that we the best crap
Or get your rep snatched it ain't where you from, it's can you rap?
(Verse 2)
This is technical rappin' for any has been who said he could match him
No matter where their mental's at I'll be levels surpassed 'em
I'm lappin' you on your own track with your terrible traction
And rappin' better than any has been could ever imagine
Quit actin' like my shit is wack cause it never could happen
And since you think you're big and bad we could settle for scrappin'
Then head to the hospital fast for some medical action
From not protecting your neck and back from the dreaded assassin
A savage at this, not your average and never relaxin'
Forever lastin' from the pad of the credible craftsman
Relayin' the truth and the facts in conceptual fashion
Conveyin' the views that I have with exceptional passion
Yet empathetic enough to show the devil compassion
The circle we've established is a respectable faction
You never heard me cause I'm lackin' professional backin'
But soon I'll be stashin' and stackin' eventual cash in
It's all perception who they have as the best in their brackets
My methods of madness surpass all the rest of the masters
The understudy, undergrad at the head of my classes
The one who raps a hundred tracks just to lecture the masses
Behold the poet who composes with effortless magic
Endless schematics getttin' older the better I practice
To each is own you either grow or get left where the trash is
Alone I travel in a forward directional passage
(Chorus)
You Ain't A Spitter, you're still learnin' how to talk
Straight from Orange County as a lyricist with deadly thoughts
You punks are clown don't even talk that we the best crap
Get your rep snatched, it ain't where you from, it's can you rap?
You Ain't A Spitter, you're still learnin' how to talk
From the Bronx to Belgium all the real rhymers speak it raw
You punks are clowns don't even talk that we the best crap
Get your rep snatched it ain't where you from, it's can you rap?
Longtime Style P collaborator Fortes serves up instrumental versions of eight of his productions for the New York rapper. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 22, 2020
