The Sermon by POETIK Lyrics
[Intro]
Check, yo, one, two, ha
[Verse 1]
By all means, allow me
To address all MCs that doubt me
Yah, I never let fake bitches surround me
Poet bring the funk back, how you be without me?
I'm a sure shot for hip-hop, thrown in the Ziploc
Gets-in-the-back-drunk type, weed spot's the pit stop
Cats floss around me, they might lose they wristwatch
I might have to mack too, that's if they bitch out
Hold back a sec, I'm born a rap iller
Spit for the ville like [?]
Your raps are so wack, I'd rather hold my shit
Than use pages out your rhymebook to wipe my ass
So, did I offend you? That's good, I meant to
Destroy your mental, that's what I meant to
Hot venom when I spit, I'm cold and so gutter
You wack MCs are cold like old [?]
You ain't never gon' be shit, evaporate
Guard your neck too, bitch, my rhymes decapitate
I might keep a ho or two in every area code
I rode through, Johnny Appleseed pimpin', won't snooze
When I step to the mic, Poet don't lose
Do [?] shit off the rooftop, who got the juice?
Who spot the dudes with juice that jack move?
Put aside the deuce-deuce, my uce, I slap fools
[Chorus]
Just like music
Just like music
[Verse 2]
Still Vital Status, uce, never stop reppin' it
Hit the mean flow up, it still shine benevolent
Still ride the beat ill, more sick than Meek Mill
Lightskin like B-Real, call me the President
Of this 6-eighty-5, hamofied funk
I'm like Wesley Snipes, white man can't jump that
That's right, you're damn skippy, dangerous to have as an enemy
You better think twice, stand with me
I'm the type of cat to pack a gat at night
Lookin' out my lounge window, my lifestyle sinful
Creepin' on me get you popped like a pimple
And wiped on a towel like, "Peace the fuck out"
Beware, I'm hazardous and rappin'
Leave you lookin' more fucked up than Craig Mack's skin
Claim to be the realest but you rhyme too lame
And your mama should've had you as a period stain
You ain't shit in this game, I ain't speakin' your name
You ain't comin' up off my fame, you little bitch
Can't bury me, I'm the king underground
You know where the fuck you at? YOu better get down and lay down
[Chorus]
Just like music
Just like music
[Outro]
You do understand what I'm sayin', right?
I mean, you better get down or you gon' lay down, one way or the other
You know what I'm sayin'?
I-I done came too far to, to deal with this, this small-time bullshit with any of you motherfuckers
I mean, don't get in my way, you gon' get hurt one way or the other, you know what I'm sayin'?
I done came too far and I watched too many niggas to, to the jail system, I done watched too many niggas to the grave, to the crack, to betrayal
To, to motherfuckers givin' up on shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
I still got homies in the ghetto starvin' like a motherfucker, man
We, we all need come-up, yeah, we still hustlin' so don't get in my way, homie, straight up
You see me tryna do mine
Just salute and move the fuck on
If you wanna go hate, go hate in the hatin' section, bitch
Poetik Suspekt, Apia City, recognize that
6-eighty-5
Check, yo, one, two, ha
[Verse 1]
By all means, allow me
To address all MCs that doubt me
Yah, I never let fake bitches surround me
Poet bring the funk back, how you be without me?
I'm a sure shot for hip-hop, thrown in the Ziploc
Gets-in-the-back-drunk type, weed spot's the pit stop
Cats floss around me, they might lose they wristwatch
I might have to mack too, that's if they bitch out
Hold back a sec, I'm born a rap iller
Spit for the ville like [?]
Your raps are so wack, I'd rather hold my shit
Than use pages out your rhymebook to wipe my ass
So, did I offend you? That's good, I meant to
Destroy your mental, that's what I meant to
Hot venom when I spit, I'm cold and so gutter
You wack MCs are cold like old [?]
You ain't never gon' be shit, evaporate
Guard your neck too, bitch, my rhymes decapitate
I might keep a ho or two in every area code
I rode through, Johnny Appleseed pimpin', won't snooze
When I step to the mic, Poet don't lose
Do [?] shit off the rooftop, who got the juice?
Who spot the dudes with juice that jack move?
Put aside the deuce-deuce, my uce, I slap fools
[Chorus]
Just like music
Just like music
[Verse 2]
Still Vital Status, uce, never stop reppin' it
Hit the mean flow up, it still shine benevolent
Still ride the beat ill, more sick than Meek Mill
Lightskin like B-Real, call me the President
Of this 6-eighty-5, hamofied funk
I'm like Wesley Snipes, white man can't jump that
That's right, you're damn skippy, dangerous to have as an enemy
You better think twice, stand with me
I'm the type of cat to pack a gat at night
Lookin' out my lounge window, my lifestyle sinful
Creepin' on me get you popped like a pimple
And wiped on a towel like, "Peace the fuck out"
Beware, I'm hazardous and rappin'
Leave you lookin' more fucked up than Craig Mack's skin
Claim to be the realest but you rhyme too lame
And your mama should've had you as a period stain
You ain't shit in this game, I ain't speakin' your name
You ain't comin' up off my fame, you little bitch
Can't bury me, I'm the king underground
You know where the fuck you at? YOu better get down and lay down
[Chorus]
Just like music
Just like music
[Outro]
You do understand what I'm sayin', right?
I mean, you better get down or you gon' lay down, one way or the other
You know what I'm sayin'?
I-I done came too far to, to deal with this, this small-time bullshit with any of you motherfuckers
I mean, don't get in my way, you gon' get hurt one way or the other, you know what I'm sayin'?
I done came too far and I watched too many niggas to, to the jail system, I done watched too many niggas to the grave, to the crack, to betrayal
To, to motherfuckers givin' up on shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
I still got homies in the ghetto starvin' like a motherfucker, man
We, we all need come-up, yeah, we still hustlin' so don't get in my way, homie, straight up
You see me tryna do mine
Just salute and move the fuck on
If you wanna go hate, go hate in the hatin' section, bitch
Poetik Suspekt, Apia City, recognize that
6-eighty-5