[Intro] Yeah...Webby I drop 50 bars, mad bars, raised the bar twice The bars are on me all night If they wanna go bar for bar we can do it on sight I'm a beast, you're gonna never see me lose a bar fight
[Verse 1] Everyone got an opinion but they won't step up Can do a fucking handstand still got no leg up So go ahead, talk your shit, yo, come on get tough I'll Instagram a dick pic, you could all get fucked I'm still as sick as a malaria patient, I'm very impatient Stomping up the stairs of the basement (I'm coming) No hibernation, yo, this bear is awakened And half the game be softer than what Ben and Jerry are making I'm a transcendentalist with literary arrangements Vocabulary is like a dictionary replacement But they only talking money and they last time I was checking The greater percentage of America is in a recession (hold up) (what) So what you're sayin' is these diamond crusted necklaces And convoluted messages is really what you're messing with Where's the dope shit what happened to that Back when people stepped up to the mic and actually rapped But now I'm on it, been here for a minute, and now I'm back to get them Had this devil on my shoulder during catechism Staying high from the purple and the hash I'm hitting Brain moving slower than Rick Ross' metabolism I'm here to rap a rhythm, so why you saying shit (why) So many fucking punch lines, I'm about to break my wrist Undefeated, yo, I'm hard to be playing with I'm the king, alter alias is Marcus Aurelius Killing beats, murder scene, and I'm washing my hands carefully Scrubbing all the blood out the trunk of the Grand Cherokee In need of therapy but the doctor's scared of me Says I need a trip to Shutter Island cuz apparently I've lost my damn mind,yo, I'm sick in the head The reason women say that chivalry's dead I'm that guy, trying to find some company laying in misery's bed Staying blunted with a fifth to the head Judge Dredd with a weapon now, laser beam flow bout to blast that Mother fucking lyricist, you can hashtag that Freestyle crazy, they like; "Yo, how he rap that?" So hot off the top, I'll melt the plastic in my snapback In a hatchback running people over till your body parts are stuck in my motor Never sober, I got to charge my G-Pen like 12 times every weekend Sharks and minnows with it always treading in the deep end, shit who needs friends I got my headphones, an iPod, rhyme book and a pen, homes Shit, I even got bars in a dead zone I get it crackin' like chiropractors with neck bones Shit, I been slept on, way too fucking long now Studied every fork in the road taking the long route (yes sir) Mapped it out like cartography, build my bridges strong And now I know that anyone that stomps at me will tremble in my hands Run them off my lands, see I always stuck it to the man Fuck it, cuz I can, bringing out the ruckus is my plan Puffing on a gram, if you want some trouble I'm your man Comfortably stand right where I'm at Soon to be legend, ain't no fighting the facts About to rise to be a mother fucking titan of rap Give them pieces of my soul and put my life in a track In the game where people quick to put that knife in your back Gotta teach yourself to move like a wolf or get preyed on Fuck blowing up the real challenge is to stay on You must be fucking stupid if you take on This crazy white boy, keep my game face on And my shades on, and my brim low, and my mind right Cooking up a sick flow, chewing through my leash, now see the kid go Because now we here bitch, welcome to the showTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
