[bad word] 
Keep tryna keep it real by keepin' it raw
While half of y'all still be keepin' it flaw
And all the real heads scream  [bad word] HIP HOP!"
Until this mediocre [bad word] stops [bad word] fiends let me show you the route
Who's that [bad word] still keepin the dope in the house?
It's Mota mouth (who?), it's Mota mouth baby, it's Mota mouth

[Verse 1]
Whenever I write, I put myself out of place from other cats
So it don't sound like another brother's rap
I smother tracks with raw [bad word]  niggas aren't able to bite
What I bring to the table is height
Then I easily superceed, niggas need what I got
Reason I'm hot, there's no other raw season of pot
While most [bad word] follow the guidelines and hit by 101
Jakki the Mota mouth decides to have fun
Not [bad word]  swallowing crews
Son I toss cats off the stage, often I slay their soft raps
To all you fake dictionary emcees, get off that
Half of y'all don't understand your own rhymes and soft batch(?)
They straight at open mics, we put them out on the street
Take away their dope beat, let 'em rhyme and they weak
And the mic can be a decieving device
Muffle your rhymes so they ain't clear and concise
Have niggas thinking you nice
With battle I'll crack all your gear and all your wack raps
You can't be saved by your babbling or your backpack
Doing it for the love is great but you fake
And putting your [bad word] out is a mistake nobody wants to make
 [bad word] 

[Verse 2]
Hate when I go to open mics and I see everybody clapping
For some clown they don't understand
Yet everybody acting like he dope because they believe he's hip-hop
Y'all convincing me that most of y'all are brainwashed
Dug(?) in old hip-hop history
Some cats are [bad word] without their tracks 'cause they weak
I wish a [bad word] would say he listen to me for the beats
Some got the nerve to say they dope when they spit
When even they family got a tape and they won't open the [bad word] I got a big mouth and I ain't scared to use it
One person's keystyle(?) allows everyone to abuse it