[Intro: Ekoh] Sheesh It's a celebration, bitches Ekoh and Chris Webby Real rap shit Let's go
[Verse 1: Ekoh] I spit it grimier than most do it Rap's truest, I know the flow fluent And no student at school, I was the most truant Ekoh will ruin the way you listen to rap now A boom bap kid that will murder your modern trap sound I got 'em wrapped now, Ricky Bobby on the beat A Shake 'n Bake, it's a mistake if you're fucking with me Bringing the heat, I'm not allowed in California now The last time that I entered, I burned an entire city down They still ignore the skill I'm bringing to the table Disable pre-existing thoughts from the grave to the cradle Nobody left to save you, I am the hero now No superpowers, I just devour these beats for now
[Chorus] Yeah, coming with the real and we don't back down I see you talking in the street, but where you at now? I'm not about calling you out but if the noose fits Protect your neck 'cause I'm back on my bullshit Yeah, coming with the real and we don't back down I'm with my goons, playing shows in the packed house I'm not about calling you out but if the noose fits Protect your neck 'cause I'm back on my bullshit
[Verse 2: Ekoh] Yeah, fuck anybody who said I would never be anything, uh Lookin' around 'em, it's funny that none of ya'll ever did anything, huh You do it for money but all of this loving has really been taking me up I'm broke as fuck but I'm feeling like I'm a million bucks Yeah, it's deadly when Ekoh and Webby shut 'em down These rappers nowadays some Disney manufactured sounds And I won't quit, I'm going big, yeah, I'm notorious And killin' every bill I'm on, this bastard is inglorious Ignoring us, but that's alright, I see the truth- Lucid You really think you need the clout to show your worth? Stupid You got the skills to hang with giants in the booth? Prove it He wanted raw, now they got me back up on my bullshit
[Chorus] Yeah, coming with the real and we don't back down I see you talking in the street, but where you at now? I'm not about calling you out but if the noose fits Protect your neck 'cause I'm back on my bullshit Yeah, coming with the real and we don't back down I'm with my goons, playing shows in the packed house I'm not about calling you out but if the noose fits Protect your neck 'cause I'm back on my bullshit
[Verse 3: Chris Webby] Yeah I've been the illest motherfucker since my momma had contractions Sharp as Hattori Hanzo, I'ma cut 'em into fractions Chiropractor in action the way I be snappin' I'm spittin' 'til I'm fuckin' blue in the face, Dr Manhattan When they hit me for collabing, we gon' send 'em to the grave And they gon' hear the Ekoh like they yelling in a cave And they gon' feel the Web like they diggin' through the attic And come across an arachnid and get bit, now they symptomatic With cold sweats and the shakes, nervous system shutting down That's the type of venom I'm coming with if you fuck around Eddie Brock with a mix of Betty Crocker the way I'm cookin' So you shouldn't, or you'll end up just a fossil in my footprint I'm a bullet with a name on it, loaded with the aim on it Point it at the wall behind you just to leave your brains on it Artist with a fucking canvas full of blood stains on it Grab the mic and spit some game on it Webby
[Chorus] Yeah, coming with the real and we don't back down I see you talking in the street, but where you at now? I'm not about calling you out but if the noose fits Protect your neck 'cause I'm back on my bullshit Yeah, coming with the real and we don't back down I'm with my goons, playing shows in the packed house I'm not about calling you out but if the noose fits Protect your neck 'cause I'm back on my bullshitTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
