[Introduction]
Name dropping? Nah. I rather call it free advertising...Haha.
[Verse 1]
So Mr. Solace stopped writing for just a little while,
Stuck with big smile, fucking 'round like that prick Kyle,
Bodacious, whore aching to fuck her imaginations,
"50 Cent's my best friend", Like that's the situation,
Hearts racing, bones aching to play, ready to rap,
Getting ready to snap; sitting getting ready to crack,
Chilling as I linguistically express myself, in a wild resort,
Like my excuse for a father who can't pay child support, (Haha)
This shit's easy to me, unlike that wackass netcee,
Mook Mook, down the toilet where his fucking rep be,
Some people improve, but it's either he's retarded,
Or these are his first months writing, trying to start shit,
Lee O Mac's mouth is like a laser which is beaming crap,
This dudes shit makes me want to listen to a Weezy track.
[Chorus x2]
So who's this? Who's that? Motherfuckers it's Solace,
A con artist like Kon Artis who needs to get demolished,
Getting an instant buzz, a rapid high from within me,
I'd like to chill back, offer drinks, have an epiphany.
[Verse 2]
Got from complaining, to dissing, to name dropping,
Got from aiming at the ground to fame popping,
So, Young Luc, "Shit I used to rap crazy good before,
In another forum, my lyrics were overused like a whore",
But seriously man your the essence of wack writing,
Of wack rapping, so Solace simply spat nicely,
Almost as bad as PurpleHaze, duplicate account?
Because both of you two are too damn stupid to count,
No Luc, I ain't a hater, I tell the truth, you just hate it,
That shit can faze you, enrage you, just stop complaining,
Oh wait? No way? What happened to Mister Bitch-A-Lot,
I mean Le Trashcan, Transexual, Mister Miss-A-Lot,
This whole world is filled with wack rhymers, sea to sea,
Pissed off they don't improve while they're reading me.
[Chorus x2]
So who's this? Who's that? Motherfuckers it's Solace,
A con artist like Kon Artis who needs to get demolished,
Getting an instant buzz, a rapid high from within me,
I'd like to chill back, offer drinks, have an epiphany.
[Outro]
Haha...Get the fuck outta here. Learn to rap, come back and you can try to write a decent piece...Shit.