Room Service - Tassho Pearce, DJ Q-Bert

How many MC’s wanna fuck with me?

Not many givin' a son to me

Might as well be living in my custody

'Cause you a buster that’s just lookin' up to me, huh

Hut-one hut-two to the three, keep it moving like I’m bustin' from a mother

fucking uzi

Whichever one is in front of me when I bust 'cause he can be the first one to

cease

I’m inna top of the hip-hop inventing quicker than when he crossin

Offin' a hater man 'cause I’m stealing the scene

Imma leave me a MC

Kill 'em with ease

Similar to freeze on my nuts

Imma smoke y’all quicker than the trees that I puff *cough* *cough*

Leave our enemies in the dust

Debris and rust gone with the breeze when I bust

Rehearse it if you nervous

Immersive two word verses

Anybody with beef that surface

Please don’t come with weak ass verses

You heard Q’s cuts stay perfect

Ask yourself is it worth it

These dudes is too for certain

Bring it to your door

Room service

Droppin' a rhyme

Off of the top of the mind

Skin made of steel like Optimus Prime

I rush in like rhinosaurus

I will not miss

Get left with no pot to piss

Determined to claim my throne

With no concern for vermin, lames, and clones

Whole different plane that my brain is on

Came to change the game got the range to do it

Entertain with music

You claim you ruthless

What you spray in the studio I stay in the booth bitch

Paranormal experiment gone wrong and it’s most apparent when I’m tearing on a

song

Chillin' on an island but my name ain’t Gilligan

If Emirc get ill again you be hanging from a ceiling fan

Similar to venomous cobras

Killin' ya soldiers

Inna minute it’s over

Rehearse it if you nervous

Immersive two word verses

Anybody with beef that surface

Please don’t come with weak ass verses

You heard Q’s cuts stay perfect

Ask yourself is it worth it

These dudes is too for certain

Bring it to your door

Room service

Emirc be the next MC to blow

Choose a beat than proceed to flow

It’s funny to me

You’re not comin' with heat

How you thinking you keeping it close?

Your word don’t hold weight like a paper plate

I’m in the lab

We can work on Labor Day

Invisible Ink yeah we paved the way

Flip The Bird be the label that’ll make you say

«Damn I gotta stop sippin' on that Haterade»

They ain’t got pull like Magneto

Y’all working hard on the mic but your squad is the type to get ate like a bag

of Doritos

I leave 'em alone

Not even believin' your poem

I’m the reason MC’s can’t breathe when it’s on

Play it on the radio in the Jeep with the chrome

Give me weed and the bong

We’ll be deep in the zone