No Airplay

[BACKWARDS] goin from Bel Air to baggin up sess

[BACKWARDS] right

[BACKWARDS] in his corn

[BACKWARDS] chasin behind my path for garbage bags

[BACKWARDS] game like dat

[BACKWARDS] tracks in the world can't save ya

[BACKWARDS] like a cracker do a cross

[BACKWARDS] understand my language

[BACKWARDS] test

[BACKWARDS], you fruitcakes, you fakin jacks

[BACKWARDS] don't want it, I'm burnin up the wax

[BACKWARDS] choppin like a blade

[BACKWARDS] frontin and I bet you ain't no slam again

[BACKWARDS] sweat it

[BACKWARDS] wreck in here,

[BACKWARDS] word up ha ha

[BACKWARDS] skill boys, you just gotta laugh at

[BACKWARDS]

[BACKWARDS]

[BACKWARDS] around

[BACKWARDS] Zeus, knowI'msayin? My mother

[BACKWARDS] minnan right

[BACKWARDS], y'knowI'msayin?

[BACKWARDS] don't give a

[BACKWARDS], word up

[BACKWARDS] off right, uhh

Yeah, the rugged ass style I possess

They got the

[BACKWARDS]! Mother

You shoulda never put me on this mic, you was warned

I got

hopin to bring in to throw old rhyme to one of da fags

Huh, I'm on my mother

I put it in your chest and make your heart go flat

All the mother

when I drop these chains on ya brain and enslave ya

Once you was on a pedestal now ya gettin ridiculed

[BACKWARDS] is critical, we're fightin at the pinnacle

I'm burnin

Ain't no three-in-a-row tic tac toe, this is a real flow boss

Makin

then they rap and vanish and camouflage the damage

To whom it may concern, youknowhutI'msayin?

We're gonna do this right here, word is bond, huh huh

Cos it's a jam that you love that don't be gettin no airplay

（A jam that'cha love that don't be gettin no airplay）

I wanna do that one right yo

To whom it may concern on this mother

I got the zest to clip ya thru ya vest

Little shortys with big 40's talkin loud, actin proud

BLAOW! Now ya chokin off a black cloud

Rollin El's til your brain swells

Inhale deep sleep and dust me off them old ass Rock The Bells

You mother

You

I'm a trailblazin, gun totin, renegade

black ass New York

Bullshinanigans, country ass mannequins

Mother

Yeah what? I siad it and

What? You catch a heat-seekin missile in ya gut

Ha ha, word is bond yo

It's a jam that'cha love that don't be gettin no airplay

Yeah, ha ha, word is bond

Y'knowhutI'msayin? I'm catchin mother

knowI'msayin?

[BACKWARDS] to all them rookies,

Yo I got the laugh, word, knowI'msayin?

And sometimes

mother

Ha ha, yeah uhh

A jam that'cha love that don't be gettin no airplay

A jam that'cha love, a jam that'cha love

Yeah, I wanna shout it out to my mother

Farmers

My

diddere

Spit at the tissturn t-t-t-tables all L willing a-a-a-able,

youknowI'msayin?

Get mad busy in this

My

Set that