Caterpillar (Remix) [feat. Logic, King Green] [Bonus Track]
You will not be able to stay home brotha
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out
You will not be able to lose yourself on
scag and skip out for beer during commercials
Because the revolution will not be televised
This right here for the number ones
Number ones here with your number one
You ain't number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' that they number one
Ring the alarm, the caterpillar keeps firing
Ohh, we in the war, where butterflies keep dyin' (ahh)
I'm a product of Parker Lewis and Kubiak
If didn't do this, where in the fuck would you be at?
See there's a difference between us, what I spit hit arenas
You a drip from my penis, I eat lions and sip hyenas
You number one when it come to slaughtered mics
I'm tryna be number one in my son and daughter life
Uhh, all you niggas my little rapper babies
Y'all my children, y'all bit my shit and contracted rabies
Don't you rate me next to these rapper, baby, that's degrading
My style got so many different facets
I switch into so many different passions
I'm skippin' class to be fascinatin'
My pen is like Big Ben, this shit's just a classic waiting
Your favorite rapper come at me, I just decapitate him
Out here congratulating these has-beens who had their highs
These rappers only won their matches because they strategize
I bring attitude to these patterns, and here's my battle cry
Ring the alarm, the caterpillar is firing
Ohh, we in the war, where butterflies keep dyin' (ahh)
This right here for the number ones
Number ones here with your number one
You ain't number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' that they number one
Here take your number one, quit
Number one soul, get your number one chip
Number one fly with your number one kicks
When it's all done then your number gon' switch
Hold up, wait a minute
Guess what I'ma never do
Show so much respect to you
That I feel like we're friends, so now we no longer competitors
That could be the death of you
Never let someone who's not as smart as you gas you up
And tell you somethin' you never knew
Always stay professional
You always gon' make revenue
Don't let people next to you that don't want the best for you
It's completely normal to hold on to what we're retracting to
I do what I want to do, they do what I let them do
Everything niggas be sayin' is a fuckin' lie
There is nothing I can say to you that is good
Remember when you raisin' the butterfly
Don't you ever fucking disrespect the caterpillar
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out
You will not be able to lose yourself on
scag and skip out for beer during commercials
Because the revolution will not be televised
This right here for the number ones
Number ones here with your number one
You ain't number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' that they number one
Ring the alarm, the caterpillar keeps firing
Ohh, we in the war, where butterflies keep dyin' (ahh)
I'm a product of Parker Lewis and Kubiak
If didn't do this, where in the fuck would you be at?
See there's a difference between us, what I spit hit arenas
You a drip from my penis, I eat lions and sip hyenas
You number one when it come to slaughtered mics
I'm tryna be number one in my son and daughter life
Uhh, all you niggas my little rapper babies
Y'all my children, y'all bit my shit and contracted rabies
Don't you rate me next to these rapper, baby, that's degrading
My style got so many different facets
I switch into so many different passions
I'm skippin' class to be fascinatin'
My pen is like Big Ben, this shit's just a classic waiting
Your favorite rapper come at me, I just decapitate him
Out here congratulating these has-beens who had their highs
These rappers only won their matches because they strategize
I bring attitude to these patterns, and here's my battle cry
Ring the alarm, the caterpillar is firing
Ohh, we in the war, where butterflies keep dyin' (ahh)
This right here for the number ones
Number ones here with your number one
You ain't number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' that they number one
Here take your number one, quit
Number one soul, get your number one chip
Number one fly with your number one kicks
When it's all done then your number gon' switch
Hold up, wait a minute
Guess what I'ma never do
Show so much respect to you
That I feel like we're friends, so now we no longer competitors
That could be the death of you
Never let someone who's not as smart as you gas you up
And tell you somethin' you never knew
Always stay professional
You always gon' make revenue
Don't let people next to you that don't want the best for you
It's completely normal to hold on to what we're retracting to
I do what I want to do, they do what I let them do
Everything niggas be sayin' is a fuckin' lie
There is nothing I can say to you that is good
Remember when you raisin' the butterfly
Don't you ever fucking disrespect the caterpillar
Credits
Writer(s): Gil Scott Heron, Ryan D. Montgomery, Winston Delano Riley, Pierre R. Desrosiers, Stuart Lowery, Marshall B. Mathers Iii, Larry Darnell Griffin Jr., Clive Anthony Bright
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