The L.O.N Lyrics

Y'all respect that weak shit, rhymes bitches spit

How many verbal assaults will Lon commit?

I'm a God in rap, like EPMD I control a mic swift, an ethereal gift, uplift ya spirits

Phony ass rappers, drug takers wack rhyme sayers, they hold no merits

I don't wanna hear it, the air?

Lemme clear it, I'll give you an answer, your time? I'll spare it

You can't rap, ya whole style's a joke

On some corny ass shit, a fake woke bloke

Magical with a mic, gimme a cloak, my bars soak in your brains

Fiends beg on Lon fixes, vicious scenes

Gangrene, removing spleens, call the morticians

To intervene, MC's hallowed out

Hear the shots followed by echoing moans, screams replay in your dreams

In '98 moms pushed me outta her puss

In my left hand a bag of some kush, in the right some gnac

Rubbers, a notepad with a hook

Lon, Bodycatcha, The Great One, YP, we be original MCs

You know the steez, Julius Cease I ate MC's across all seas

From Hong Kong back to Belize

Rocking with Garifuna queens, remain unseen like I'm riding back seat limousine

Cuisine consisting of cohorts, no support to other people, rhyming for sport

Randy moss in this shit, I use Torque of unbearable force

Who can fuck with me or knockabeatz? My rhythms display unattainable feats

Y'all don't appreciate? At least geeks see there's knowledge to seek

Other rappers are less smart, no heart, putting false arts on the charts

Bleak in their speech, it's hunting season, who's to suffer defeat?

My nigga Lua said I gotta be narcissistic cuz the way a nigga rap

Ocean state 4-0-1 I wanna put it on the map, put it on my back

No disrespect to other niggas who rap, Lon's the chosen one to do that

True that, thought you knew that, I'm no new jack

I'm stepping out the shadows, to pick up y'all slack

Rapidly spitting no missing, on MC's I'm shitting, automatic like a Mack

You must be smoking crack to think that I'm wack

I keep it black gnac or Danny Jack

Lyrics Disgusting like scat porn, combusting on all on songs

Cooking up like long horn, if ya battling me? You chose wrong

Perform one song and hoard off rap swarms

Lon's crowds sound like storms of destructive nature

The elements shall favor, whoever's greater

Spectators say I'm a major player, latest news is, you're a naysayer

Fucking haters, y'all ya worst enemies

Your opponent's motivator, I'll chop off extremities

The Remedies, you're in search of are nonexistent, a cure for Lon?

None's heard of, stop forgetting

It's the L-o-n... it's the, it's the L-o-n, it's the, it's the L-o-n