Just Got Back

What's going on? My name is M-Dot. Shout outs to my homies, the Snow Goons, man. We've been doing this too long. Shout outs to J-Zone. Ayo. Yo. Special teams. Yo. DMS, let's go. We can sit back and judge it like this. Me, I'm buzzing with kids, bumping in dozens of Cribs. Uh-huh. It's like I'm something to rich, I Got something to give. Uh-uh. Assumptions fronting get you dumped in a ditch. Pumping the fifth, that's what you say you do. Me, I say you crews close, cutting attends. Uh-huh. Bubble your lip and smoosh your side talk. I'm leading you heathens like I'm pushing the Livestock. My lyrics are visions, I live in a life lost. My riddims are vivid, I live it despite laws. Yo. Find flaws, but I succeed anyway. Right. Wanna battle then pick please any day. Many say I'm the tack of the common rap. Till dark of the morning, man, it's not been A problem to-What? Pop it and rob 'em, expose the fake. Those who chose to hate get frozen lakes. Real. Keeping it real. One, dumb. Get ready, brother. Ayo, now I passed you, I Been meaning to ask. Whoever told you you was That dude, somebody gassed you. Since I'm picking up the garbage, I'ma go ahead And trash you. I'm the principal, my students shut Up, do what the class do. 'Fore you hang like a tassel, I'ma nut like A cashew. I will kill you with a sneeze, Cocksucker, so hatchoo. If you'd rather smoke the peace pipe, fuck it, I'll match you. If the gun game catch you, Lay you stiff as a statue. If you make it into act two, shell intact And we ain't cracked through. I will personally baseball bat you black, Blue. No switch hitting from both sides of the Plate. The swing's vicious, chewing lanes from both Sides of the state. Meet me in the middle, You beg, grovel, and sniffle. 'Cept death's the only gift I can give you. I hold a candle at your candlelight vigil, but That's the price you gotta pay when everything you Say is extra for gizzle. The opposite of official. The real, real. Like, like, like. Keeping it real. That's right. I'm a one man conglomerate. Hip hop mogul on your continent. Hand me the M-I-C, watch me demolish it. Crush it into powder and dust. Leave the wack fossilized for forensics to sit and Discuss. When you step in the cypher, It's an absolute must your skills meet the Requirement to rock in this environment. In the city I'm from, that's where the violence Is, so when them things go off, you know What time it is. I ain't the type for The self-praise acknowledgement. My fan base speaks for me, Google the compliments. Leave you astonished like we cutting your food Stamps. Hard body trained like boot camp. See me get it cracking. Snow Goons journeying, the building repping. Raw beats and lyrics, we never leave you guessing. With the flow that I manifested, real heads Recognize when they hear it like I'm Smith & Wesson.