Immoral Combat Video (MV)

Nobody likes a troll
And people despise dream-jackers
A dream-jacker is someone who has intimate knowledge of another person's dreams and aspiration
And desperately tries to accomplish them before that person does
This never work but it doesn't stop people from trying to steal from you
The life they think they deserve
Green with envy and using social media to troll the very person that they admire
Hoping their antics are enough to piss off and distract the person from reaching their full potential
This never work either because you have no idea how much of a motivator anger really is

This is rage on wax (Un)
Made 'em fade to black (Uh-huh)
I can't relax (Can't)
They'll stab me in the back (That's right)
They hate the fact (Hate)
They can't trace my tracks (Trace)
I got 'em draped in black
Waiting for the day
You get wacked (Wack)
Smoking on you (Smoke)
Til ya homies catch a contact (Contact)
Hittin' 'em wit fatalities wit Immoral Combat (Combat)
They all speak against me
But they won't get their tongues back (Shhh)
Tip ya hat to my comeback
Crossed me
Shouldn't done that

A star is born
You been warned
Got too much going to be thrown in
The Innuendoin' and Whistle-blowin'
From niggas that should've been supportive
Pistols-blowin' issue is
Fools never take heed to warnings
Cool I see him trollin'
You gettin' clapped since you wanna be performin'
When I leave ya audience
Take it as an Omen
It's an open invitation
Shell casings left in the open
Much as I know about cha' (Tell 'em)
I ain't the one you wanna be trollin'
Folded like a lawn chair (Ion care)
Put his body beneath the surface (Yeah)
Worthless piece of shit wit shaky ass confidence (Coward)
Get off Facebook witcho' imaginary drama-shit (Delusional)
Use common sense you'll get why ya baby-mama split (Dummy)
And take ya tongue outta hoes' ass
Reason why you talk shit (C'mon)
Since ya keep up bullshit (Un)
Shotz rip thru the pulpit (Okay)
Clips look like pool sticks (Whoa)
Niggas be on that coon shit (Coon)
F*ck that fake cool shit (F*ck that)
I run 'round wit that tool-kit (Tool)
Yo' bitch crackin' her bullwhip
Beat you on some after-school shit

Rage on wax (Un)
Made 'em fade to black (Uh-huh)
I can't relax (Can't)
They'll stab me in the back (That's right)
They hate the fact (Hate)
They can't trace my tracks (Trace)
I got 'em draped in black
Waiting for the day
You get wacked (Wack)
Smoking on you (Smoke)
Til ya homies catch a contact (Contact)
Hittin' 'em wit fatalities wit Immoral Combat (Combat)
They all speak against me
But they won't get their tongues back (Shhh)
Tip ya hat to my comeback
Crossed me
Shouldn't done that

Who gon' help you
The tool gon' melt you
You ain't special
Nobody respect you
What's the move nephew
Move mo' careful
Or pay for being disrespectful
We never felt you
Glock in his belt too
Nigga tryin' to be the next you
Tryin' to steal my whole persona
Now you deserve whatever is being dealt to ya
You want drama I don't think you do (Nope)
An embarrassment is what I think of you
Tried to f*ck wit me and didn't think it thru (Dummy)
You a gangsta
What we see you do (Nothing)
I'm sick of you
This the end of you
Barz killin' you wit not shit to prove
Why you think you can stand against me
When you can't sit wit me like an interview
Bitches not even feeling you
We at Stroker's havin' a drink or two
Yo side-bitch and Lydia wanted me to f*ck 'em both
And that offended you (Pussy)
After that I seen the bitch in you
Somewhere in Atlanta gettin' dick in you
I sat and watched you be fake close
Wit the same niggas that you ridiculed (Fake ass)
Caught his ass actin' fake again
But he can't save his face again
He can't escape his sins
You sealed yo fate
When you opened the gate again wit the ramblin'
Now you a body
Taken out the body
You feel hampered in
Scramblin'
Anotha W for the two-time Cancer Champion