Derelict - Termanology, Ea$y Money, Reks

1: Ea$y Money]

I’m a motherfucking derelict, nigga, títere malo

He fuck with Easy, he get a hollow

Show no remorse, please tell him I don’t

Give a fuck about you, eat dick and swallow

Better put them on ST.

we are

A bunch of mon-S-T-E-Rs

Run up on you all, let three squeeze off

Draw blood like a phlebotomist when I clap mine

Your life, that’s synonymous with your rap lies

You called a snitch on anonymous rap lines

Y’all know just what time it is when I rap I’m

Goin' down as one of the best that did it

Wanna go rhyme for rhyme, I brought some rounds

This ain’t no merry-go, I don’t horse around

Easy will slaughter clowns, funny how the rap game

In a drought when it’s so watered down

I’m a derelict peace to my cousin Derek in the bing

He go and said it heroin sellin' adrenaline

I’m Einstein with the rhyme, Bonnie and Clyde

Me and my fine mami will ride, show me a sign

Getting money and I’m on it, distorting these rappers, flaunting this

It’s more than a vick I’m plotting I’m robbing the whole economy

I step into the booth I turn it into a sauna

I’m chilling in the Bahamas you chilling in your pajamas, b

Hickory dock hot nickels will pop

I’m on tour with front doc and go on selling the rock

I’m the same old Term, quarter water trying to roll up

Better hold up if you want to talk shit 'bout we

I’m history and I get more gs than the average rapper

Will ever get or see.

Unfortunately for you, I’m going to stick around

Keep my weed bright green, but I keep my liquor brown

Yo I’m a derelict, definite rhyme specialist

Rap’s still in a deficit unless you mention my syndicates

Speaking through raw epilogue Easy, Term, see to earn

Leapfrog, it’s your turn, jump on in

Buzz on them, in, bust your gun

I clench my pen, kill the masses with the paragraphs

Us go in. Y’all just burst my thoughts cursed

Bar first, guzzle, bartender hustle hustle

Trying to keep it authenticious slaying the towns style

Brain in the clouds now my wildstyle

Fab Five Freddyish, ready set get your green on

Your clock HNIC, someone to lean on

Fuck the thuggery you mean mothery

See the team’s strong the Bean gone star gazing be long

On your radio slates for eons but these pawns

To the system’s hating, kill them all for violating

I am like a derelict, they should put my squad in a group home

Get your dude low in the I’m dealing out

Death for free, you can get a homicide coupon

Make your heart collapse, let me break you a few bones

Compound fracture, poke through the skin

Let my nigga poke your girl while I’m poking her friend

I’m a motherfucking sin, I ain’t sacrilegious

My life consists of rap, drug deals, and clapping biscuits

Shot down like a shorty when you ask for digits

I’ll tell you know that you’re wack, I am that realistic

So you could save the time and save the trees

Cause most of this paper is wasted on these fake MCs

They hate indeed, instead of spending every day hating me

They should go home and make a beat

Or write a hot verse, but I guess they’d rather get shot first

So maybe they just really forgot how being hot works