Doe Raker Check

My Nikes are real white, check one

My Nikes are real white, check two

I'm a bastard that'll master ways to massacre the masses

Like a massive meteor that smash your cities into ashes

I'll bash these lil' faggots 'til your face is facin backwards

Wait for you, I'm takin you to quiet places in the backwoods

where a whole {?} thuggers, sluggers waitin very patiently

They travel through the chamber of the banger very gracefully

And dance through your cranium, tangle with your brain stem

Salsa with your cerebellum, quickly rearrange them

Exit through your earholes, firin projectiles

My bullets are accumulatin frequent flyer miles

I'm Doe Rakin, cakin off multiple enterprisin businesses

With weight up in the rental keepin enterprisin business kid

Analyzin every possibility like physicists

My fist'll fracture faces faster than pistols that spit at this

The proof's when the album drop, crew on the alpha lot

But Ap up on the mic is like Zeus on the mountaintop

Lightning for a mic exploder, most them rappers' lifes are over

Fight provoker, wifey stroker, rare exotic Nike owner

Voodoo speaker, speaker blower, blow your momma, mind'll blow ya

brain it's all the same if you take it back and rewind it over

Overtime, score tied, seconds are tickin

For recognition I be spittin 'til the records is skippin

Respect the clique and everything'll be cool

Y'all better check if it's cool

I'll just eject the feul in your record pool

We some Doe Rakers, we some soul takers

But, all we tryin to do is get mo' paper

We some Doe Rakers, we some hoe takers

Whole clique flow sick, ain't no fakers

(My Nikes are real white, check one) You know?

(My Nikes are real white, check two) Geah!

(Check one, check two, check one-two) You know?

(Check one, check two, check one-two) Geah!

Yo, yo if you heard of Doe Rakers then you already know

I roll with a clique, that persists to flip that dough

See while you're at school tryin to play that tic-tac-toe

I was with your lil' sis, findin how to hit that hoe

Let me talk to all these niggaz wanna get at Mo'

No warnin, your peeps mournin cause they miss you so

A clown nigga, lay down like six feet low

Cause y'all thought it was just a game when you spit that flow

No! Not on a throne yet, but I'm a known threat

Plus I'm known for puttin somethin in pussies like Kotex

I'm on some CEO shit, yeah your man's a boss

Kids sayin he's a myth like Santa Claus

I got the, tools to provide with

Either you ride or collide with my clique or choose a side to hide with

Motive the live that's paid my dues, won't settle for shit

Nuttin to prove, none of these dudes on the level I spit

Shit's funny, I'm 'bout money but a beast on tracks

So watch y'all mouth, when y'all speak on wax

Cause beef with Ap, nigga then them heats gon' clap

Believe the facts cause I'll greet your whole, team with gats

Give a fuck, if you old school rap or new crews

They don't spit sick, that's shit! You're doo-doo

Fuck all the talk son, the actin is done

Come to your show, after you flow only thing clappin is guns

Yo, this the hot shit kid

It's your boy Big Hoot

A.M.E., Demigodz

We controllin it right now

Apathy smackin motherfuckers up

And that Motive, bangin you out

Emilio, knockin you out

D.R. nigga, what?

What nigga? Fuck you bitch! {*echoes*}