Ain’t No Excuses lyrics

[Intro: Demetrius Capone]
n*ggas always trying to give these mumble Rap n*ggas a pass!
f*cking cop-outs and sh*t
Talking 'bout "they' too young to understand
They ain't got to be dope, they' rock stars"
You know what n*ggas like Pac and Nas was doing when they was Your age?

[Chorus: Demetrius Capone]
Ain't no excuse, b*tch
They was old as you, b*tch
The same old as you, b*tch
Same old excuses
You can label me a hater
But the gang finna' bang
On this lame sh*t
And bang on this coon sh*t
'Pac came on with Thug Life
Cube came on with Ruthless
Ain't no excuses
Nas came on with Illmatic
Jay still had it
From the 22 2's to The Blueprint

[Verse 1: Demetrius Capone]
First off, f*ck your b*tch and that clique you claim
This is mumble rap killa, n*gga this' Shoegang
That pistol bang
And hit your brain
And rip them braids
You died with Kool-Aid
Now you died when you laid
On the pavement
I put a motherf*cking hit out
On any motherf*cker with a hit out
Beat the sh*t out of your fans
Then I come for the man who put your sh*t out
White record labels using black puppets like that movie Get Out
Forgive me Father, for I have sinned
If Jesus died for my sins, he need to die again
'Cause I'm 'bout to send up a storm when I bring fire in
Brimstones, tp rappers mumbling when that cyphering
Hol' up
We was going' leave it up to Yahweh
But God told us "go ahead and go handle them n*ggas y'all way"
Leave a mumble rapper for dead, f*ck what the law say
Kill you on Valentine's Day
Broad day
[Bridge: Demetrius Capone]
n*ggas want to mumble
They want to rumble
Mix 'em up, put 'em in a pot like

[Chorus: Demetrius Capone]
Ain't no excuse, b*tch
They was old as you, b*tch
The same old as you, b*tch
Same old excuses
You can label me a hater
But the gang finna' bang
On this lame sh*t
And bang on this coon sh*t
'Pac came on with Thug Life
Cube came on with Ruthless
Ain't no excuses
Nas came on with Illmatic
Jay still had it
From the 22 2's to The Blueprint

[Verse 2: Julius Luciano]
Y'all n*ggas deal with emotions like b*tches
Got fans that love you, and money
But you traded your soul for riches
Rap culture is Gotham City and I'm The Joker
Not trying to be the heir to the throne, I'm Jaffe Joffer
f*ck a Grammy Award
I'ma grab me a sword
And find out where you f*cking faggot rappers record
Then I'ma carve a tat' on your forehead
That read "dope lyrics matter more than they mattered before"
Y'all be on that coon sh*t
And don't think Hip-Hop cares
I'm on that Ice Cube sh*t
Exposing Hip-Hop squares
Dumb rappers need to go to Rap school first
First assignment: Google-search "Kool Herc"
I don't want to rhyme like you
I don't want to talk like you
That goes for the frauds like you
I'm hoping that God smite you
I'm quoting the COB-Bible
Rebelutionary
Stokely Carmichael with a loaded assault rifle
[Chorus: Demetrius Capone]
Ain't no excuse, b*tch
They was old as you, b*tch
The same old as you, b*tch
Same old excuses
You can label me a hater
But the gang finna' bang
On this lame sh*t
And bang on this coon sh*t
'Pac came on with Thug Life
Cube came on with Ruthless
Ain't no excuses
Nas came on with Illmatic
Jay still had it
From the 22 2's to The Blueprint

[Verse 3: Kenny Siegel]
God damn, I'm glad y'all set it off
Rap used to be hard, like my di*k, now it's wet and soft
Like my b*tch' pus*y when she' getting off
And like my b*tch' pus*y, I like it way, way better raw
I-
Don't-
f*ck-
With-
None of these n*ggas
It's like someone beat me to the punch and muzzled these n*ggas
Someone, come and put some subtitles under these n*ggas!
It ain't Rap, even!
You harmonize like glaucoma
Why you mumble lines? (pssh)
That's scat singing
No one knows what you actually mean
Meanwhile my bars are as active as lean
To bash me you better be better than Sean Don
Better have a brain that work harder than Shawn's mind
I snap like photo-capture
Blasting a load on rappers like-
*Gunshot*
[Chorus: Demetrius Capone]
Ain't no excuse, b*tch
They was old as you, b*tch
The same old as you, b*tch
Same old excuses
You can label me a hater
But the gang finna' bang
On this lame sh*t
And bang on this coon sh*t
'Pac came on with Thug Life
Cube came on with Ruthless
Ain't no excuses
Nas came on with Illmatic
Jay still had it
From the 22 2's to The Blueprint

[Verse 4: Dice]
C.O.B. we running this Rap sh*t
Gun to your mouth, now you're really mumbling that sh*t
n*ggas on my block got hatchets and ratchets
That's H&R Block, like we' f*cking with taxes
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
I let the gat ring
Got a extra clip
Like a added scene
My clip gon' have bodies on it know what that mean?
Got a fresh class of wack rappers on my magazine
Nineties babies, the same age as JAY-Z
When JAY-Z was payin' dues
Sayin' you fugazi
Age ain't an excuse, you lames are too lazy
That's why when you die, the fans can't even frame me
My bad, let me explain
After I kill n*ggas, the fans can't even blame me
'Cause y'all motherf*ckers are wack saying your A-B-
C's to the beat, that's why my heater is wavy

[Interlude: Demetrius Capone]
Hip-Hop is my block, n*gga
Rap is my dope, n*gga
Y'all got too much cut on y'all dope and y'all trying to push it on my block?
What?!

[Chorus: Demetrius Capone]
Ain't no excuse, b*tch
They was old as you, b*tch
The same old as you, b*tch
Same old excuses
You can label me a hater
But the gang finna' bang
On this lame sh*t
And bang on this coon sh*t
'Pac came on with Thug Life
Cube came on with Ruthless
Ain't no excuses
Nas came on with Illmatic
Jay still had it
From the 22 2's to The Blueprint