The phoniest cats is felonious

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LYRICS OF THE DAY

Black Thought Verse

"Clones"

Yo, I use the mic to slap you in the face and erase your taste 

Disgrace your date put your title to waste 

Dominant lyrical grace, from a place called wild 

Illadelph Isle Pensy, that's the residency 

Consist in currency, my pockets never empty 

Some cats, believe they MC but we know they all fraud 

Do a show in Philly niggaz wouldn't applaud 

Nobody know your record nor who you openin' for 

Can tell your squad's artificial while approachin' the door 

So you should prepare, for lyrical terror that's pure 

Step up to the reservoir, of the soul proprietor style 

Messiah or, the higher law down with Dice Raw 

The matador, shorty connoisseur 

Stompin' whatever you build to the floor 

Similar to that of a dinosaur 

I told you I'm the rap predator 

You insist to imitate, what for? 

Superstar niggaz is ten percent real, ninety percent invented 

For a fuckin' record deal 

Comin' with somethin' veterans can't feel 

I hit you like a steel anvil 

Because you grafted off the next man's skill 

But still I remain mellow, seein' the theatrics of Othello 

Run over tactics of the 

See-L-O/N-E-S fess 

The phoniest cats is felonious (word)