Bar None 2
No holds barred, utter defeat is what I see in those cards
No holds barred, utter defeat is what I see in those cards
Read these cowards faces like pages of a book
Haters wanna steal my fame, they're something like a crook
They must think I'm a tree, lumber-jackin', trying to see me fall
Can't stop my hustle, pockets on full, theirs looking small
I stay on my feet, similar to a pair of shoes
I'm the Road-runner, they're Wiles-E-Coyote--doing nothing but lose
See me, I'm ballin', even if I was injured I wouldn't quit
When I Rap, I'm a cobra, straight-venom I spit
I see no competition, in this game I'm a predator
Fools get out of place, get erased, call me an editor
I'm the talk of the town, females gossipin', haters hatin'
Hottest in the streets, this ain't an election, no debatin'
I took a couple losses, came across and fought a couple bosses
It's a dirty game, like a mouth you never brushes or flosses
Stay on point, I'm sharper than barb-wire
I'm the king 'round here, so you can call me Sire
Copyright © Arcene Janvier | Year Posted 2013
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