It’s Laugh While You Can and I’m back on the track,
like a locomotive owner cleaning out the odor on a stack,
I leave my change in my pocket for my money laundering,
I grab your arm, I go for broke, I make a slaughtering,
I strike it rich, bitch, I don’t need your two cents
If you start to snitch, I’ll go over the fence,
No offense, but this music? It’s not for the faint of heart,
originality has never been on the chart.
(originality has never been on the chart)

Could imitation be the most sincerest form of flattery?
You’re hiding in your camoflauge, I can see your mimicry.
When you look at me, do you see what you wanna to be?
Another thirty emcees fallout from the debris,
Could imitation be the most sincerest form of flattery?
You’re hiding in your camoflauge, I can see your mimicry.
When you look at me, do you see what you wanna to be?
Another thirty emcees fallout from the debris,

I know you copy that, you’re a stupid copycat,
and you’re such a pussy that, (getchur food from the trap)
You wouldn’t wanna byte the hand that feeds you dumbass,
‘cause I’ll cut you off so fast you’ll be falling into last, now
Now what can I do to maybe prove that I’m the best that’s ever done it.
You’re on my back, as a matter of fact you could probably say that I am haunted
There is no pun intended, ghost followers really blow,.
You post a video and no one even watches it bro.
but that’s okay you’ll jack a style and a flow that’s not yours.
leave originality tied up back home behind closed doors,
(high) How the hell do you expect to blow up doing what someone else is doing you wonder why we snoozin’ but you’re not bringing anything new to the motherfuckin’ table.
I don’t even know anymore, I’m not able to
make sense out of any of this, there’s
no name dropping, no metaphors, your music is shit. (god damn)