Producer's Graveyard ft. Kid Zay Lyrics

I call you a throwaway you end up in the stockpile

I call you a throwaway you end up in the stockpile

I call you a throwaway you end up in the stockpile

I call you a throwaway you end up in the stockpile

I call you a throwaway you end up in the stockpile

I call you a throwaway you end up in the stockpile

I call you a throwaway you end up in the stockpile (Explain that?)

I call you a throwaway you end up in the stockpile

Catch you on the corner lightin' up a Black & Mild

All the good rappers stay comin' out wild

Wasn't his time, that was somebody's child

Destiny took his place like wow, wow, wow

Destiny's Child, on God

On who

I thought you was a atheist

So down bad, might as well call him a satanist

I don't know which one of you gods could've enabled this

Career so rickety Ross

The boss tellin' him off

The moss growin'

He's awful cross isn't he

Frank Oceans shoulda channel Chanel, and not Disney

Fuck the designer, fuck the 1%, yada, yada, y-

Grow a couple fins and it's adventuring time

My rhyme schemes too dope for you to comprehend it

Double back, I see you double crossed me twice

You broke my trust thrice, and you cannot mend it

Your leader breaks laws and you cannot bend it

(You guys silly I'm still gonna send it)

Ride through the city like

You ended up in the hole

Told X I'll give him back his flow

Nigga hit the text like, "Yo, " I'm like, "Yo"

Who was that

I don't really know

Imma still dap em' up though, hit his greased palms with a couple 20's and go

And he gon' ask me why I ain't give him mo'

And go blow it on some blow anyways

The rage must go on

And hold up

Yo

This nigga

You were supposed to be here like 2 and a half bars ago,

Bro I had baseball practice (What the fuck happened)

Come home, freshen up- (Nevermind, just get in the booth)

You gon' cut me off like that (Talkin' bout some 32-)

Nigga, you get 16 bars, spit your best verse and let's go (Ok, ok, chill on me)

(Chill on me) And make it quick, cause; like

I'm tryna go home, forreal

I been in the studio for like 5 hours today

Alright start it

Hone my thoughts to the pen the power I have to harness

Stay calm on the track but if needed I bring carnage

Know that I stay locked in

Like Huston I come equipped with straight Rockets

But I'm the one you call when you know you got problems

Now who's gon top it

Steal another soul I feel like John Stockton

Y'all niggas straight broke ya bars are non profit

Ya had a dog mentality but all ya'll just lost it

Opps really asking who the fuck gon stop me

Cause the moment I pull up you know I catch a body

While these niggas try to charge me like a fuckin kamakazi

Lyrical bombs on his head imma call it Nagasaki

But the I started spittin' they all be tryna hate me

Same insults sound like you sing in the choir lately

Going feral on momentthe track just like I acquired rabies

Cause im tired of these bitch niggas tryna violate me

Causing Casualties

Thinking you beat me a fallacy

I searched the galaxy but

Nobody dared to come challenge me

The brutality a battle to question morality

It's a fatality results will lower your vitality

But it's a tragedy drop a opp now they all mad at me

Do it passively he had no role in humanity

I do it savagely you wanna come fight immortality

So automatically you'll come to a end dramatically

Now back it up

Pretty sure that you've had enough

Before I rap it up

Your reason for challenge not addin' up

Or was it just a bluff

An act to make you seem tough

And now you're faced with a duo that truly cannot be touched

Through a lens my loss is not what I be seeing

Michael Jackson said it best cause imma need you to beat it (Hee-hee)

Just a final word to those who've already started fleeing

I just wanted you to know that you all been defeated by a demon