Calm Before Storm - Tucker HD

Game on, I’m in Warrior modeClown to claim a crown that never was yours, Miss Columbia CodeFacts, on each track I spit crack, it’s lethal when I’m in the zoneNever did befriend a DJ to push my little songBut you wanna clash? I’m down, laid back, dapper downYet I still pick the pen up & knock a rapper downBig head, fill that empty dome, don’t let Cassper downSplit the squares bruh, not a circle I can’t rap aroundYou aint even next up juniorCan’t dance with The Taxi, grab some heels, you need to step up juniorHD, that’s how you spell troubleTry a triple threat singlehanded, your Ls doubleTrailblazed a pathway before ya, dare to disrespect me I’ll destroy yaI’ll make a brief-case of a lawyerMuch more to sit on the throne sonProve us wrong, do just one song on your own, son,Come on, sonA war’s what you started, no escaping the wrathFull-throttle, putting no breaks on the gasFully leave the bullies schooled, take them to classSamuel Jackson, to these snakes in the grassThat new Benny Black on loop boyHop in the booth boy, SMASH was never Scoop on Scoop boyEverybody know I’m a beastIf you’re as nice as you claim, then why’s your producer‘s sending me beatsRep Rubaga, spit for UgandaEither way you can get it, in the lingo of the Brits or LugandaYou said 2015 was your year juniorYou’re still where you were in 2013 though, I hope you aware JuniorWas never cut from the same cloth that you wear JuniorHelped start it I’m willing to end your careerNo goals, nor progression, FDCPhilosophy’s all possession, LVGYou can’t rap with the best boy2 projects in, you got 5 songs!! try to show your elders respect boyWith Burn, the vets got me an awardWhat was your achievement? You held another artist’s awardCompared yourself to Drake & that was kinda stupidI ain’t mad, the best part about it is you gotta prove itIt’s looking bad, really looking bad on surface5 songs, 3 collabos, before you even write 10 versesNow you on air lyingYour track record’s never been near mine, it’s receding, keeping up with your hairlineSaid you left mixtapes in high schoolWhy would you lie fool, Must’ve forgot you was in my schoolDerailed by a track with A Pass, he think he made itCalled like he didn’t mean what he said, that he was baitedI’m letting the ball rollTough talker soft on the downlow, you’re a violation of Girl Code.Even if I was gagged, you couldn’t take me CodeEven an army won’t guarantee your safety codeUnder 25? Dawg I was at Rouge? It hella got dirtyYou didn’t even make the last 30It’s a mismatch you & IOnly 4 reasons people know you, The Mith, The Mask plus Rru & IGotta know against who you ride boy, I’m not as surprisedMan I should make this track exclusive to TribeOh now you don’t want it with meApologizing in private right after you was on tv publicly stunting with meSneakdiss disgusted meAlready know what’s coming with the bars, better have Kaweesi put me under custodyThis the more the merrier modeDidn’t enter the ring when you watched me shut down your area codeJunior, you was in the front-row cheeringAs I oozed greatness, that’s only time you got so near itSevere knows the truth b, you was right there where you should beBlocking off all of my groupiesDamn, do you need a diaperFunny you were blowing up my phone, pleading, begging me to get you on the cypherQuit the drugs that you was on, a rapper everybody bodied on your songs?Trust me this is just the calm before the stormNothing to prove, no need of my dick-rodeAny rapper in the 25-6 could zip Code.