M.C. K~swift - Hard (One 4 Phife) [feat. Mercury the Maroon] Lyrics

I don't wanna hear nobody sleepy ass beats
This is for my peeps rockin' hoodies, twenty deep
Boom it in your lex coupes, beamers and your jeeps
Strictly for the streets
Boom bap, no bleeps
That's so weak
Background music
Elevator vibes
Track sounds stupid
Yeah, I'm hatin' on the creation that makes you happy
F*ck how you feel
You could never out rap me
Not on that beat
Sounds like a lullaby
Drums are dumb soft like wings on a butterfly
Battle who? Please, you lookin' for another guy
Underground rapper? Yeah, I know you are but what am I?
Swift
The man, the myth and the legend
Split the opposition to splinters in sixty seconds
The era that I'm reppin known for rappin' with aggression
Peace to Fela Kuti
He said music is a weapon
Hard, hard, hard
I like my beats hard like two day old shit
Hard, hard, hard
I like my beats hard like two day old shit
Hard, hard, hard
I like my beats hard like two day old shit
Hard, hard, hard
I like my beats hard like two day old shit
Your song belongs in a anime
Type of shit I play to clean the house on Saturday
Get up off the stage, take the herb skit thataway
Producers who don't make beats for rappers, all I have to say is
Eat shit
Choke on it and die
Your instrumentals was tight but the performance was dry
You pressed play, turned some knobs
Suckers thought it was fly
But I don't really recognize it like the Fourth of July
Nah
I'm not impressed, son
I'm over the nonsense
The music that you makin' lacks emotional content
Watered down Hip Hop with low-pass filters
Listen, you're never gonna be the new J Dilla
Let that man rest
Copy cat styles is pitiful
Just keep it real, get your own and be original
And while you're at it, make a beat with a spine
I wanna feel some knock to it while I'm speaking my mind
Make it hard
Hard, hard, hard
I like my beats hard like two day old shit
Hard, hard, hard
I like my beats hard like two day old shit
Hard, hard, hard
I like my beats hard like two day old shit
Hard, hard, hard
I like my beats hard like two day old shit
I'm the lovechild of Chuck D and Nikki Giovanni
You a f*ck boy
Just got a new toy and some molly
Playing smiley face emoji music
I make soldier music
I make them niggas change they name to Ayatollah music
You on a cruise ship, sailing with your boo thang
I'm in that school of sharks, studying that Wu Tang
You like hakuna matata
I'm like bomaye
Especially when that Swift beat hittin' like the kumite
You reply to texts with the letter "k?"
I'm like f*ck off my jack, nigga
Have a nice day
Hard for no reason
Timbs on the beach, bitch
This for niggas smokin' Backwoods with seeds in'em
This for smokin' Backwoods with no trees in'em
This for niggas shittin' government cheese
Keep making beats with them water color tattoos
You gon' get the beats
Yeah we gon' get at you
Hard
Hard, hard, hard
I like my beats hard like two day old shit
Hard, hard, hard
I like my beats hard like two day old shit
Hard, hard, hard
I like my beats hard like two day old shit
Hard, hard, hard
I like my beats hard like two day old shit
Hard, hard, hard