lirik lagu papoose - first chain (big sean diss)
[intro]
come one now, you know i was coming
y’all just ain’t now when
that was a cheap shot, now i gotta get you
[verse 1]
big sean’s alb-m is trash, it sound wicked
in fights i be swinging like will and jada pickett
“papoose, who?” boy, i’ll give you faceshots
i’ll leave your eye puffy like the n-gg- who made ma$e hot
all of your dogs is stray dogs, y’all get straight shots
b-st-rds, i spit acid they need maalox
kanye wore a skirt what was he trying to prove
y’all be following the illuminati rules
carry yourself like a man, and you will fail
play a b-tch, you prevail
the only time they want the black man to show his strength
is during sports
outside of that they want us to be soft
so big sean speak like a woman when he talk
when he having a seat he keep his legs crossed
we can’t blame him, it’s really not his fault
this is the feminization that he was taught
you ain’t a man take that m from your mannerism
you brain dead, i just gave you aneurysm
true and living, god sight was divine, use your wisdom
whenever i’m reciting a rhyme the proof is given
using biggie name, who gave you permission?
you look like ralph tresvant from new edition
gifted, i shoot to give no curse
every time they play control they skip your verse
little b-tch how much change you got in your purse?
i’m ’bout to lift your skirt
it’s a different between great music and good music
y’all ain’t good with me
how the f-ck they put your alb-m out before pusha t?
i figured out why you’re so skinny then i got over it
pusha must be selling the crack and you smokin’ it
anorexic describe the way that you spit
on your alb-m cover it look like you taking a sh-t
behind the green curtain, the same color as kelis’ dress
on nas alb-m cover, you a complete mess
is that a indirect or you just a copycat?
cause he killed you on your own alb-m, he bodied that
got the audacity to say your better than drake
and out rap jay z, what a level of hate
those artists made you hot, go ahead and give grace
worst clique verse, they should spit that in your face
your biggest record was called a-s-s
nicki minaj made it hot, you way less fresh
i heard you ye yes man who get paid less checks
so when ye ask a question you just say “yes yes”
you c-cky for no reason like you making mad noise
you got your style from the original bad boy
b-i-g, why you said that sh-t?
always saying “boi!” that’s craig mack’s sh-t
stealing new york you better head back, b-tch
[?] ringing, let that red mac spit
first chain, don’t make me laugh lame
in brooklyn that would’a been your last chain
said you stay on your toes, d-mn that’s for ballerinas and girls
you should stay grounded, keep your feet on the floor
miley did your video without you even
i saw your interview couldn’t give a good reason at all
lost on your first single, you was fiending the draw
attention to your project, she evened the score
she illuminated your alb-m, you was fiending for more
prost-tuting for the press, you a media wh-r-
mentally you a virus, part of the reason we lost hannah montana
now we stuck with miley cyrus
talking ’bout you hall of fame but you and ye is all the same
share a verse, wear a skirt place them on the wall of shame
when they name lyricists, they don’t never call his name
so in every interview you hear this f-ckboy complain
never walked the subway tracks in the pouring rain
with a can of spray paint, just to tag upon the train
never seen a movie breaking beat street, krush groove
style wars, wild style, d-mn you a f-ck dude
ain’t hip hop in a lot of ways
never walk with a walkman, your first headphones were doctor dre’s
sean i get at you, ready to attack you
last name mackie do, you gonna call me papoose
right on my hand i got my whole city tattooed
five burroughs of death, don’t make me back smack you
king of my castle, get out of here, skedaddle
eyes on the prize and my ears to the gravel
n-gg-s like to tattle, shotty double barrel
brains on the windshield, caine cousin harold
i carry the torch like a motherf-cking statue
sh-tting on these rappers i don’t even need a bathroom
they probably never had you, know the man who craft you
big head scientist, go by the name of yakub
oh you spit a mean 16, i can match you
well i spit a m-16, who wanna battle?
papoose who? world health organization
papoose who? you a owl or you hating
who? you know who the god is, stop fronting, never say who
who is a rock group in london
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