Fuck Talib Kweli (Diss Track To Old Ass Niggaz) (feat. J.K. The Reaper)

I hold my nuts like they hand grenades, I'm ready to blow
I bet a nigga be open minded with this Tech to his skull
I keep my phone by my dick, so when I get a call
I can feel what you want, I'm good for [?] and I don't give a fuck
A Nazi vampire and I rep that shit
'Cause I bet I'll kill any nigga disrespect my clique
Respect my dick, I'm a heathen, I ain't no lyricist bitch
I pull up to Talib's nursing home and I shoot that shit
I gotta kickstand dick, yo bitch gon' lean on this

Said shut up bitch, what up bitch?
In this bitch, in this bitch
I'ma pop, like a zit
Fuckin' with a dog but a nigga get bit
Fuckin' with the law but a nigga get hit
Fuckin' with a nigga like me, I'm lit
Fuckin' with a nigga like me, I'm lit
Fuckin' with a nigga like me, I'm lit (yeah)
Huh, huh, huh, get it get it, huh, huh
Put a hole in a nigga fitted like, huh
Ha, hey! (ahaha)
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh!

Old ass nigga he in a wheelchair, ooh
I'ma fold that nigga like he a lawn chair, ayy
Nigga need Rogaine
I'm Hank Hill with this propane
All a nigga spit is flame
And then I dash off like the new dame, damn
Flame on, ooh, game on, ooh
Game on, ooh, shame on you, bitch
Game on, who, shame on you, old fuck nigga
I'm Donald Duckin' all you cock suckers
I'm the wrong nigga to ever fuck with
Got a whole guest list
I'ma kill off any rapper that'll ever come and test this
Uh, Nigga got one song, uh yeah, just to get by
Uh yeah, and that shit went bronze
Uh yeah, pull up on a nigga like

Said shut up bitch, what up bitch?
In this bitch, in this bitch
I'ma pop, like a zit
Fuckin' with a dog but a nigga get bit
Fuckin' with the law but a nigga get hit
Fuckin' with a nigga like me, I'm lit
Fuckin' with a nigga like me, I'm lit
Fuckin' with a nigga like me, I'm lit (yeah)
Huh, huh, huh, get it get it, huh, huh
Put a hole in a nigga fitted like, huh
Ha, hey! (ahaha)
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh!

I listened to Black Star for Mos Def
Send all your beats back to Hi-Tek
All your fans deaf, old or dead
And your last album went charcoal
Shit shouldn't have a barcode
Beat a nigga with a bar stool
Fitted hats in leather chaps
Nigga who the fuck are you?
Now when a nigga Google you
It's just gon' be your obituary
Your career died with Chappelle's show
And your hairline look temporary
Tell me how you tweet me from a Jitterbug
And your next album named Life Alert
Help I've fallen and I can't get up
That's how I felt when I heard it get hot first
On [black planet?] tryna bag bitches
Your kids embarrassed and I know it's true
Please stay off the internet
'Cause these young niggas don't fuck with you
Them old niggas don't fuck with you
Your own niggas don't fuck with you
That's why every nigga you came up with
Got fame quick and excelled you
Minnesota don't fuck with you
[?] don't fuck with you
Lil Durk don't fuck with you
And your own wife don't fuck with you
Nigga yo kids ain't yo kids
They Kanye's, I got the proof
Hehe, haha, haaaa

[?]
Shut the fuck up, you twice my age
I'm tryna take your daughter to the prom, nigga
Fuck wrong with you
Go ahead, say some political refugee
Camp bullshit, nigga we don't give a fuck
Go comb yo beard, egg head ass nigga