Death Of Rockstar Lyrics - Protege Of The Game - Cyssero

My city call me the Virus, I'm sick with the flu yea you signed to the Game, but I'm sicker than you 

Niggas don't mention me, when they mentioning you 

Same niggas listen for me, when they listen to you 

Virus, I'm the metaphor of Barbarian 

What's a Rockstar, bar for bar I'll bury him 

I'm blame Game for creating you, he gave u a buzz 

Than you blew up but now I'm deflating you 

I feel I'm greater I aint hating you 

You aint shared the spot light so now I'm erasing you 

I aint saying that you not hot nigga 

But you putting all the work that made Cyss the top nigga 

Battle everybody and told 'em to drop figures 

So all this Rockstar shit comes to a stop nigga 

Put that on my block nigga, and wit that said 

Bag 'em Cyssero the Virus, Rockstar is dead 

Man this rap shit easy to me 

That's why I got the top spot and that's easy to see 

Being the hottest aint easy 

But there aint a soul on the globe that can make it look as easy as me 

See, I'm G as can be, you a gat flasher 

I spit the gat and hit your cap its a rap after 

When I clap the black clappa 

It sounds like a concer crowd its loud and clap at ya 

Yea they call me a arrogant black bastard 

Even if you think that you hotter I laugh at ya 

Grands on the piece, grand on the bezel 

Money man, making hundred grand plans wit my rebels 

Wit my hands on the metal you can call me Lucifer 

Cause you don't stand a chance in a dance wit the devil 

I'm what the streets made me, and wit that said 

Bag 'em Cyssero the Virus, Rockstar is dead