Never FM

Probably never hear this on your radio
'Cause they ain't ready though
The sane people can't stand that crazy flow
Or the crazy folks can't stand that sane-ey flow, that zany flow
They wanna hear that "guns, drugs and pantyhose" with cameos
But I'm a good fella, on that Ray Lio'
So hear me yo, they hate me though
"They hate you bro?"
Like Bowser hated Mario
The browser then just add me yo
Go louder with your stereo
I vow I'll (vowel) stick to I & U (you), forget about that "A, E, O"

Tunnel vision; you could tell I'm fizzing
They pretend they're spittin', selling millions
While I'm futuristic, call it "telespittin'"
Tell them chickens that I'm coming vicious to develop friction
Then envelop, 'cause they're selling fiction through your television
Devastate 'em, I estimate I'll leave 'em decimated
Featherweights, can't even lift a plate, they're too intoxicated
Celebrating till they elevate up to the operator
Play–I'll leave you faded, dead, decayed; it's 'cause I'm dedicated
I am new to you, you're new to me but I'm not new to this
I am Bruce & Lee, give kudos quick or eat this Kune Do kick
Im coolin' crew-less, cruising with my crucifix
It's crucial,
Mix acoustics–do this students and become Black Jewelz enthusiasts
So you roll with a fat check?
What that even gotta do with a rap track?
What if we were to go and to fact check?
Bet you'd lose respect in that aspect
Most you catz feel a threat in the *boom* *clap*
Scared to rap, it's a risk playing Blackjack
If it ain't that "Clack-clack", "badd biddie", "cash that"
Wack witty hashtag, fast Diddy fad
It's sad but a fact that

You'll probably never hear this on your radio
Cause they ain't ready though
The sane people cant stand that crazy flow
They want the same people, original is so despicable
They wanna hear that "guns, drugs and pantyhose" with cameos
But I'm a good fella, on that De Niro
So many folks can't stand me though
"Can't stand you bro?"
Like cops can't stand a camera phone
The browser then just add me yo
Go louder with your stereo
I vow I'll (vowel) stick to I & U (you), forget about that "A, E, O"

Poof! I appear! "Abracadabra"
Now watch me turn rappers to cadavers
Now watch me spew flames and spit daggers
But no magic, just a day that's average
... When you a savage
I'll lavish damage like salad
And cabbage handed to a man that's abandoned, stranded and famished
I'll ravish & ravage these rappers
Till they cannot salvage their ga'bage
Like their marriage, fractured & packaged
All they have is status ... The saddest
Now I ain't trying to say you are dumb
But I'd be surprised if y'all knew the square root of 1
I know we all gotta eat, work and say we got it done
'Cause I spent many days in the streets hungry without a crumb
But you really ain't gotta spew all that nonsense
Like your brain moved, haven't seen your mind since
You a slave to the thing that rules your mindset
Come to the battlefield where my mines sit
Real rap takes more than a mic check
Goes far beyond the stage and the light set
Make sacrifices. Blind lead the blind yet
I'm binding my blinders, eyes on the prize
Dislike–I don't mind since

You'll probably never hear this on your radio
'Cause they ain't ready though
The sane people cant stand that crazy flow
And the tame people call me an animal, it's crazy yo
They wanna hear that "guns, drugs and pantyhose" with cameos
But I'm a good fella, on that Pesci, Joe
Respect me yo–they ban me though
"They ban you bro?"
Like drowning at Guantanamo
The browser then just add me yo
Go louder with your stereo
I vow I'll (vowel) stick to I & U (you), forget about that "A, E, O"

Y'all rappers standing by a cliff like the Huxtables
I'm eating emcees like a Lunchable
Sleeping on your beats, like, "Let's get comfortable"
Don't think you're untouchable
That's a no-no
You don't know though?