[hook]

Stop bitin'

Using styles that you know

That ain't yours

Stop bitin'

Changing sounds

Every album you do

Stop bitin'

Reciting lines

I done heard before

Stop bitin'

Making money

Off of rhymes

That ain't yours



[bonafide]

For the cleptos

Who stole flows

From those

In the pros

Get you mouth

Swole by blows

Thrown by those

You took from

How can you stand

To even look

At yourself

Peering through mirrors

Got to be

Insecurity can't

Just be bout money

If it is you

Got issues

Way beyond the benhamins

Need reminder

Of purpose

Cause you

Clowning on surface

For those

In writers block

Stealing ideas

For concepts

This is judgement day

I'm putting hurt

On your rep

It's not my fault

That you slept

And didn't wake up

You getting shook up

Getting dug up

>From the roots up

Put your boots up

Your time has finally come

To a swift

And deadly end

A grammatical revolution

In the spirit

My friend

So stop bitin'



[hook]

[repeat]



[coffee]

Stop bitin'

You ol style

Nibblin wagon

Jumpin braggin

Skill gnawing

Chainsaw jawed bandit

Moet drinking

Too high off weed

For proper

Thinking, sinking

Drowning your own vomit

Plus stinking pitiful

Selling soul

For residual

Individuals

In rituals

Through habitual manners

Driving me bonkers

And bananas

First off

I want to thank

Gotee for allowing

Me flow free

while some labels

Wild by picking

Their artists style

And that blow me

Completely out of the water

Thinking to myself

If they ain't

No good

Should they

Determine they

Artist vision

Make decision

How could

They regardless

Of how they feel

I'm gone avenge

Like Emma peel

For the preservation

Of hip-hop

From the one's

Who like to steal



[hook]

[repeat]



[coffee]

Nothing more devious

Than a force

If my previous verse

Was harsh

A president of the U.S.

Finding love

In a boggy marsh

Me and this

Hip-hop thang

Go way back

Do what I can

To keep it intact

My soothing

Verbal herbon

Can absorb

A comet's impact

So react

On impulse

Or in a manner

That you deem fit

More of you's required

So get inspired

When my team hit



[bonafide]

Copyright infringing

Producer pretending

To be

Beat borrowing

Noncreative

Wordless emcees

Take heed

We straight original

Rhyme sayers

Music composers

And songwriters

Christ was incapable

Of sin

We're incapable

Of biting

If we did

It would discredit

Everything we stand for

Keep your carbon copy repeats

That ain't never been sweet

Please forgive me



[hook]

[repeat]