Can't Take It Anymore - Termanology, Chilla Jones, DJ Doo Wop

Can’t take it anymore, you better recognize

These pupils is cornier than ever so I’m wreckin' eyes

Pushin' up on the top spot, it’s Texas size

They flow plain and that’s why I won’t let it fly

Term on tour out in Europe

Schoolin' me on the game, like look at the scoreboard, homie you’re up

You’re badder than every batter swingin' out Europe

I guess I gotta floss now

Every battler get a loss now

Got every major city screamin' «Boss Town»

Check the news, and respect the views

I’m fire, just set the fuse

I’m a guillotine, extra sharp

Tryna get ahead so you’re next to lose

You can’t overlook me, when leagues overbook me

Me afraid?

Them cats kiddin', I ain’t close to pussy

Never showin' fear, so quote it clear

Call me Chipper, cause Jones been brave his whole career

I can’t take it

Damn!

I told you I’m in the house with 3 monsters!

Straight up!

DJ Doo Wop!

That’s how we do this right here!

Next up, reppin' that Murder Ave Gang!

Yeah!

Straight out of Brooklyn, New York, we top tier battlin' right here, baby!

Ayo Cortez, you ready to catch a body, my dude?

Brooklyn what up!

Let me talk my shit though!

Rims crackin' through the potholes

Raised with them

Triple beam scale, saran wrap, blindfold

Re-up, guapo, this cheese, not yours

Inspired by the game, I’m yellin', «Free El Chapo!»

I’m street smart, nah I don’t know what your mans think

Idiot, should diary: Anne Frank

Respect is much more than just a handshake

I’m starin' still 'til I can’t break

Boss B, off of my hand, but never force me

I’m no angel, handin' out wings if niggas cross me

I’m grindin' on the wake-up, let it sit by the coffee

Revenge bittersweet, that’s why these niggas be salty

I’m smokin', gettin' high, started thinkin' dollars

And I moved up, 3 O’s and started thinkin' commas

Yeah I’m from the zoo, nigga’s packed with them llamas

Gotta keep it a buck, I wouldn’t change for Obama

Can’t take it

Wow, say it though — Cortez goes in, baby!

Up next though, brother,

reppin' that Lawrence, Mass!

Reppin' that ST Squad, what up!

Reppin' Show Off

and all that!

He calls himself the Super MC!

Termanology!

You ready, playboy?!

Bounce on the twin, just bounce on the twin!

I’m the greatest, got two lasers like Darth Vader’s

45 with an Inf beam that’s calibrated

Give it a little kick, it’ll open your soul

And let the vultures pluck the eyeballs out of your skull

Fuck a collab, I could get you snuffed on the ave

Bucked and then stabbed, pistol whipped and stuffed in a cab

You a small guy, spreadin' all them immature lies

Make me wanna pull a Joker, stab this pen in your eye

I hate you like I hate cops, chase you down for 8 blocks

Hit you in the stomach and have you burnin' like straight shots

Make me wanna spray shots, snatch ya Rollie, take clocks

It’s gettin' out of hand, this time, you know, take it off

Run it, the last one you would think of done it

Cause you changed over them dollars, couldn’t keep it a hunnit

Give me patience, 'fore I pistol whip his fuckin' face in

And use the blood for my lil' daughter’s face paintings

Damn, slow down Term!

The mic is officially dead, rest in peace to the

microphone!

Tonight I told y’all I was in here with straight monsters!

Real emcees, baby, Boston, Mass!

Brooklyn, New York!

Lawrence, Mass!

Y’all was representin' so beautifully tonight!

DJ Doo Wop, I’m signin' off

right now — I can’t even say nothin' else, man.

This is crazy, this the new hip

hop!