Honorable Mentions - Theory Hazit

«For those don’t wanna pay me, but want a verse from me

It ain’t getting no cheaper for you baby»

«Sleeping around on me was your choice»

«Guess I really made it out, huh?»

Get it right from jump

Been swimming in my sins for months

So if I drown, I hope you clowns eat my corpse for lunch

While you were raising your banner, Thr3e was worthy of your slander

Since the removal of your favorite lamb, the lambda lambda

«Yup, Theory Hazit, we can’t stand ya

We wouldn’t know who you are if it wasn’t for **********

Preachers cost too much plus he ignores us too

So we give up and just settle for you»

«How much you charge for a verse?

How much for a beat?

Man, maybe next time, man my pockets too weak

But my project is free, won’t you drop it for free?

Plus you’ll get exposed to the fans that cop it from me»

The same ones called me heathen, but then deny it of course

I been a thief and labeled a coward because I filed for divorce

Satan snitchin' on me Judgment Day

Hell, he dead wrong, I’m far worse than what the devil say

Ha, they say they like the way I spit

Ha, they say I’m one of the livest

Ha, they want me on they side project

Ha, but Theory Hazit ain’t your side chick

Ha, I said I woke up this morning

Ha, with some things on my mind

Ha, feeling unappreciated

Ha, so I wrote a little rhyme

The reverend doctor got an AK Wetworkin'

You roaches get the Raid spray, my weak rhyme’ll body your best verses

On game day, I touch the crowns on self-entitled kings

You meet the heat like Lebron when I melt your idols writing things

This is Malcolm and Martin million and marching Sparta

Mixed with a legion of angels surrounding sons and daughters

Simon Peter with a desert eagle, waving it at Caesar

So if I was you, I probably wouldn’t mention me either

Allahu Akbar, running these rappers just like a track star

The flow is like smack in your veins, call it the black tar

Papa since tell me that’s evidence of a black God

The bar’s always help me to package it in a cracked jar

Marcus Garvey, Black Star, grind is relentless

Put my head on a prayer rug and pray for forgiveness

There’s a sinner in my blood so I beg for repentance

With the breath of an angel that is ethically sinless

So Christ-like, so devils never cross me in my eyesight

The scrolls stay colder than eskimos eating Klondikes

Illuminate the sun with my tongue and watch it shine bright

Bring life after death to the ready-to-*****-die type

Yeah, the aura of my zone crush you

Cut your fingers off and slap you with your own knuckles

Dag Sav, I’m like the craziest beast

Use my pen as a bullet when I aim and release