Artist: Vanderslice f/ Big Twins, Conway the Machine, Prodigy Album: The Best Album Money Can Buy Song: Hardbody Karate Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com [Prodigy] Contrary to your bullshit opinion I been the best rapper alive since the beginning Er'ry rapper check my shit, see what they missin Your words not powerful enough, they not hittin Your jewelry game wack, dog, your piece too brolic for your lick (hah!) I'll pop ya lil' chain like a string I been gettin fresh to death, ever since the late 80s' I was just a lil' boy gettin grown ladies (ay) Very advanced, ahead of my time Remind you about these things called guns you ever try 2017, nothing changed with me You niggaz still can't rap for shit, same story Homie - that's all you got? That's the only lyrics you can come up with, my guy? That's the outfit you came out the house with? My God May the fashion god damn you and curse your seed May your jeweler charge too much and turn your neck green (eww~!) Maybe now you'll learn now, no one would ever be this dope Hip-hop population control We need to get rid of thousands of rappers (all y'all) gotta go [Conway the Machine] Look, true shit, I had to use my hammer twice (uh-huh) I had to set example, I will cancel life (Don't fuck with me, nigga!) Half of yam of white for a handsome price Water whip the brick and flip the yam tonight (yea) Woo! - That's the kinda shit that I been on 50 shot AK, get my Osama on (BRR-R-R-R-R-R!) I can't get to you, I get your baby mama gone (C'mere, bitch!) +Somebody's Gotta Die+, I get my Chris Wallace on (HAHAHA~!) MVP every season, I feel like I'm Lebron 20 racks every time I perform (HAAAAAH!!) Hit the Mazzi lot and just pick and choose (VROOM!) Pony hair on the Christian Lou's (Y'know the blood bottoms) You must got this shit confused (Get 'em twisted, nigga) Last nigga try and shot the nigga 'til he didn't move (Boom-BOOM!) He think he ill but I'm iller (naw) I ain't gotta say it, you can look at me and tell I'm a killer, motherfucker! [Big Twins] Been diggin this lane for a little while Never thought I'd be rappin as a juvenile (word up) It's kinda funny how life always works out I just do what I do, I'm not the best out Got bitches in Russia, with they tits out (Waddup, ma?) While I'm rockin the stage, they tryna get close My songs like drugs, they might overdose Trap rappers got the game in a choke hold With them tight-ass jeans, them niggaz homos (hahaha!) Yeah, I'm just laughin to the fuckin bank (let's go) Celebratin everyday that I'm still here Yeah, we +Infamous+ and we never fear On the top of the food chain, it's my year My shotgun can make you disappear Moms all stressed out, face full of tears