2 Many Emcee Lyrics

2 Many Emcee lyrics

Apocalypse 



Too many emcees got too many tales of triple beam
scales and million dollar drug sales. He bust his nine and blood fell. Too many
cats with tired clichis. That lyrical slingshot propel that Cristal bottle
through your ribcage in the last days. Who playing big will with a deal, royal
checks still small bills. First mill you ever seen was Olan and their pockets
was swollen. Murdered while the track was rolling. Place your profile on a zero
dollar to buy your skill. Take you cats for what you holding 



Damage 



While most of these emcees is still illicit their
squad, we sabotage their Mitsubishi Mirage, cut the brakelines in their garage.
See we prevail buy paying attention to the small details. We search for the holy
grail through rap distribution and sales. Most record labels they fake that they
large, they not in charge of this hiphop game, they still develop wack niggas
for stars. Through poison tactics they promote the gangsta and the mack shit.
Orchestrated acts to provide stats for demographics yo 



Equinox




We got too many emcees all about the trees and drink smoke a
pound and rhyme at the same time and do a line and try to link. Fifth of Henny
on the rocks, who gives a fuck, I already had some. You gots the opportunity,
but you spitting that wack son. Just, how many blunts, shots you take to pride
yourself. Wasting my valuable time, when I could be doing something else. You
see it's much more here than talk about the beer and stuff. Instead of flowing
to the studio you need to save your bucks 



Blackmel



You touch Black who? I smack you back in your clique, cause you ain't good
for nothing but rapping and jacking your dick. So motherfuck a crew son, I like
the rocking solo feels, I got split personalities and got them all solo deals. I
beat you over your head with your platinum plaque, til you decide to send it