Tame One When Rappers Attack Lyrics

[Verse 1]
To be perfectly honest I'm not feeling some of you rhymers
Most of you small timers are just a bunch of vaginas
Tame fans carry 380's down in they wastebands
Write with spray cans, back in the days they used to breakdance
I got a followin' big on what I be hollerin'
And it's mind bogglin' cause I'm fly with a lot of them
I get the groupies that'll shop lift at a gucci
Lap dance for the loot and smoke bombazee looseys
My new stage shows got underaged hoes giving fellatio
Explainin' why they don't play me on radio
I'm hard to market with the jar up in my pocket of the lethal
Bout to make agent orange a sequel
Shakin' hands with people exchangin' drugs with the hug
For chronic and con bud in the middle of nightclubs
I took some time off to dry off but, now I'm back
Did you miss me? This is for when rappers attack

[Chorus]
Dues get paid, crews get slayed
By the tools of the trade when rappers attack
Nothing is off limits, no room for the timid
Emcee's turn into critics, when rappers attack
At shows throwin' blows when the open bar close
Watching friends turn to foes when rappers attack
Beef starts from emcee's parts who use street smarts
To peep darts when rappers attack
[Verse 2]
Tamewizzle rock anybody brain wit cha
Sippin' on cham-pip while bangin' ya brain tissue
Hit you with consecutive heat, reppin the street
Dip cigarettes in the leak and black out til' next week
My second-hand smoke requires an antidote
So breathe slow 'cause I'm dope and y'all just placebo's
Ask your peoples who the rapper that you beat for
With that underground heat just like them Fat Beats stores
This is it, what I spit will break your medium down
Tame 1 aka encyclopedia brown
I think it's cool how I g raps on p's and q's
Who you think made it so cool to shout New Jeruz? The OG without 64 and house shoes
Indeed smokin' the leaves off your army fatigues
I be the new Hannibal Lector from the New Jeruz sector
And plus I incorporate game like John [?]

[Chorus]
Dues get paid, crews get slayed
By the tools of the trade when rappers attack
Nothing is off limits, no room for the timid
Emcee's turn into critics, when rappers attack
At shows throwin' blows when the open bar close
Watching friends turn to foes when rappers attack
Beef starts from emcee's parts who use street smarts
To peep darts when rappers attack
[Verse 3]
You might wind up a part of my disorderly conduct
I make rhymes to do more than just take your time up
Grindin' up words into a dust and then I puff it
We write out in the public, where I sell dimes of it
Burn bridges to light, dutches all from coughing
Black and ever so often, so approach with caution
Could care less what you consider fresh and hot
And if I did I woulda opened a suggestion box
While the rest of y'all thinking you ballin' and act jiggy
I crack phillys and wish that I could bring back Biggie
And what I spit helps to identify flying objects
Cliques get addicted first time trying my concepts
Unorthodox, I'm from right off the block
With behavior that be having my neighbors calling the cops
I don't cop pleas, I drop ease and threes
Blacking out like it's night time on cheap tv's

[Chorus]
Dues get paid, crews get slayed
By the tools of the trade when rappers attack
Nothing is off limits, no room for the timid
Emcee's turn into critics, when rappers attack
At shows throwin' blows when the open bar close
Watching friends turn to foes when rappers attack
Beef starts from emcee's parts who use street smarts
To peep darts when rappers attack