Nobody (Featuring Jakki Tha Mota Mouth) - Copywrite, Jakki Tha Mota Mouth

Yeah, yeah, it’s us

We here…

I spit phrases that’ll thrill you, you’re nobody

You in the wrong league

«No advantages»

«Tryin' to rip with us» — Casual

«No»

The real knows phony

Memorize all them lines you want, you still don’t know me

Try and front, I’ll kill y’all slowly

Cats want me to spit it with them without givin' up ends

Yeah, I’ll spit on your record for free, in a literal sense

I don’t give a… shit, you like me, you don’t

If you ain’t cop this and got this free, it might be you broke

But fuck how you got it, long as you now own it

Whether you went to Record Town stole it, or home to download it

Travel like bullets do barrels right from the bullet surprise

When I load it, be careful, but right when I pull it, SURPRISE!

Bullets through eyes, fuck y’all fakes

Gotta measure how good I’m doin' by how much y’all hate

Till we abolish, all snakes

From the tree of knowledge, all praise

If my flow was any harder it’d be a solid

I’m that vicious, credit for mad stitches

Heavy hitter, like I got a fetish for fat bitches

Don’t get it twisted ain’t no rookies in the place

The only time I suck is when the pussy’s in my face

I’m doper than motherfuckers

So quit tryin' to solicit your boy

I’m a man and your nigga’s a toy

Look at your 'noid, a faggot at all

I’ll slice you with a switch blade, you bitch made

Like you was had by a dog

My shine mops your flow

Niggas be listenin' to me screamin' «Sho'Nuff» cause I got The Glow

Jakki The Mota, spits sick lines that go for your health

The only cat you’ll find nicer is Jehovah himself

Stop testin' me, stick dick to the best of B’s

Ya’ll niggas pissed, because they bitch givin' 'em STD’s

So what you got a Glock to my back, take my chain

Turn around, pull out a deuce deuce and rob you back

Copywrite stay hatin' your clique

I’ll play like I’m Jehovah, take a rib out of you and make you a bitch

Sniff four lines, now I’m wired on tour trifle

My hype man will probably get tired before I do

While this record is spinnin' I’m peckin' your pigeon

By the second chorus

She’ll have given me brain for seven consecutive innings

I’ll screw your plans up +No Joke+

Like Rakim at Scott La Rock’s funeral doin' stand up

«Hands up» shout when I flow

Get three more holes in your face to breath through

Besides your mouth or your nose

Lucky that weak shit leaked

Napster wants your release date pushed back at least six weeks

So fuck y’all, I’m Scarface with a mountain of snow

Before they announcin' the show

I’m out with a ho, countin' the doe

Injure y’all, fuck who your team members are

I roll with The Hertz but I ain’t talkin' rent a cars

Backwards in a Porsche through any stop sign

I’m like the back of The Source too many hotlines / hot lines

I’ll prove I’m an angry artist, you’re my target for hate

Crack your head open and paint the fuckin wall with your face

All of you wait, it’s not your imagination

Motamouth and Copywrite, equivalent to a God and Satan collaboration

Jakki’s in the house

Yeah, we can battle

But how you gonna spit your rebuttal with a .45 in your mouth?

You actin' sick, I’ll tell you to quit actin'

I’ll guest appear on your album, and tell you to quit rappin'

Your whole style needs a bitch slappin'

So come through sunny child

You funny style, like gay kung fu

Try to shit on my city like we ain’t rippin' you

Come to Columbus, get hit and leave with +A Different View+

You fuckin' with hoes, I heard you fuckin' with pros

Put your dick in the river, you still can’t fuck with the flow

Thanks for your beautiful bitch, I got her with ease

All I had to tell her, is that you got a disease

Fuck your steez, I amp the crowd

You’ll try to do the same but you can’t

I laid a charlie horse on your tongue

And cramped your style

These so called underground laws are built to protect you

I know the laws, but I don’t follow them like bill collectors

Fuck the rap skill, get your cap peeled

I pack steel

So if I can’t beat you the gat will

Tap grills, wanna injure you cats

I’m so hot, DJs burn they fuckin' palms when they spin my wax