Текст песни Producer's Graveyard - NotThatGreat

I call you a throwaway you end up in the stockpile
I call you a throwaway you end up in the stockpile
I call you a throwaway you end up in the stockpile
I call you a throwaway you end up in the stockpile
I call you a throwaway you end up in the stockpile
I call you a throwaway you end up in the stockpile

I call you a throwaway you end up in the stockpile (Explain that?)
I call you a throwaway you end up in the stockpile
Catch you on the corner lightin' up a Black & Mild
All the good rappers stay comin' out wild
Wasn't his time, that was somebody's child
Destiny took his place like wow, wow, wow
Destiny's Child, on God
On who
I thought you was a atheist
So down bad, might as well call him a satanist
I don't know which one of you gods could've enabled this
Career so rickety Ross
The boss tellin' him off
The moss growin'
He's awful cross isn't he
Frank Ocean shoulda channel Chanel, and not Disney

Fuck the designer, fuck the 1%, yada, yada, y-

Grow a couple fins and it's adventuring time
My rhyme schemes too dope for you to comprehend it
Double back, I see you double crossed me twice
You broke my trust thrice, and you cannot mend it
Your leader breaks laws and you cannot bend it
(You guys silly I'm still gonna send it)
Ride through the city like
You ended up in the hole
Told X I'll give him back his flow
Nigga hit the text like, "Yo, " I'm like, "Yo"
Who was that
I don't really know
Imma still dap em' up though
Hit his greased palms with a couple 20's and go
And he gon' ask me why I ain't give him mo'
And go blow it on some blow anyways
The rage must go on
And hold up
Yo
This nigga
You were supposed to be here like 2 and a half bars ago
Bro I had baseball practice (What the fuck happened)
Come home, freshen up- (Nevermind, just get in the booth)
You gon' cut me off like that (Talkin' bout some 32-)
Nigga, you get 16 bars, spit your best verse (Ok, ok, chill on me)
(Chill on me) And make it quick, cause; like
I'm tryna go home, forreal
I been in the studio for like 5 hours today
Alright start it

Hone my thoughts to the pen the power I have to harness
Stay calm on the track but if needed I bring carnage
Know that I stay locked in
Like Huston I come equipped with straight Rockets
But I'm the one you call when you know you got problems
Now who's gon top it
Steal another soul I feel like John Stockton
Y'all niggas straight broke ya bars are non profit
Ya had a dog mentality but all ya'll just lost it
Opps really asking who the fuck gon stop me
Cause the moment I pull up you know I catch a body
While these niggas try to charge me like a fuckin kamakazi
Lyrical bombs on his head imma call it Nagasaki
But the moment I started spittin' they all be tryna hate me
Same insults sound like you sing in the choir lately
Going feral onnthe track just like I acquired rabies
Cause im tired of these bitch niggas tryna violate me

Causing Casualties
Thinking you beat me a fallacy
I searched the galaxy but
Nobody dared to come challenge me
The brutality a battle to question morality
It's a fatality results will lower your vitality
But it's a tragedy drop a opp now they all mad at me
Do it passively he had no role in humanity
I do it savagely you wanna come fight immortality
So automatically you'll come to a end dramatically
Now back it up
Pretty sure that you've had enough
Before I rap it up
Your reason for challenge not addin' up
Or was it just a bluff
An act to make you seem tough
And now you're faced with a duo that truly cannot be touched
Through a lens my loss is not what I be seeing
Michael Jackson said it best cause imma need you to beat it (Hee-hee)
Just a final word to those who've already started fleeing
I just wanted you to know that you all been defeated by a demon