Whoa.
Whoa
Whoa
Steadily killing the rap shit
Throw opponents in a casket
Bron going tough to the basket
Sling 3 rings
That's a hat-trick
Smoke up the room and don't air it out
Come with a plan let me lay it out
Smoke and we drink till we blackout
Akron to the Land now
Turnt up
Don't pass out
Turn it up
Not back down
Standout
Gotta say it loud
Use to stand in the background
Cincinnati they miss me
Some people they wanna diss me
My imagination comes to life
They take their ass to Disney
Use to ride on a ten speed
Shift gears to the 10th speed
Way too crafty
Little bit of nasty
I'm a late great gatsby
My favorite part of rapping
My rap is wrapped in plastic
Like Mr. Boombastic
She told me I'm fantastic
Bump the 808's
The 808's
Bump it coast to coast
Earthquakes in 48 states
Sinbad at the pearly gates
Still funny
Theres no debate
Now bow down to intelligent rap
Due respect to the rap greats
This fuckin mumble rap shit
Ya'll motherfuckers better fuck with the kid
Ya'll don't know his biz
Ya'll don't know this shit
Been explicit
So complicit
Bitches
He's been on the grid
On the map
Rap is back
No more hocus-pocus whack
It's a fact
Everyday we roll and smoke and toke a pack
Gotta confess
Came to finesse
Bout to get the saying tatted on my chest
Watch where you tread
Watch where you step
Watch what you repping
And watch what you said
No cross on my chest
But I feel blessed
Democracy but we still oppressed
Drown the east coast
Fire to the west
Like a mirror gonna shatter the Midwest
I'll slow it down
Homies trapping off the college campus
Blow it down
Weed flowing through the college branches
I've done some shit
But I don't claim to be the fucking baddest
I just spit it on the mic
Regardless of madness
Whoa
Whoa
Yo
Duck when I'm coming through
Don't know what imma do
But this is overdue
when I stick and move
Damn I got something to prove
Dancing I'm stuck in a groove
Tuck when I roll and it's smooth
Pass the liquor
You tell me who spit it sicker
Don't take shit like twisted sister
On the mic like mister mister
Kid Explicit
What's the difference
Between you and another resistor
Is this gonna be another one of them mix-ups
2 kids in the same show
A hiccup
Thumbs up
It's all good
I got love
Like a neighborhood
Everyday every second that I get it
Dip on the mic
Just watch how I spit it
Whoa
Cooling it down
Rap is with me
And I'm one with the sound
I'm one with the sound
Just let it surround
For most of my life I was lost
But now that I'm found
Let em here this rap
And make em say wow
No make em say Whoa
Make em say Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Steadily killing the rap shit
Throw opponents in a casket
Bron going tough to the basket
Sling 3 rings
That's a hat-trick
Smoke up the room and don't air it out
Come with a plan let me lay it out
Smoke and we drink till we blackout
Akron to the Land now
Turnt up
Don't pass out
Turn it up
Not back down
Standout
Gotta say it loud
Use to stand in the background
Cincinnati they miss me
Some people they wanna diss me
My imagination comes to life
They take their ass to Disney
Use to ride on a ten speed
Shift gears to the 10th speed
Way too crafty
Little bit of nasty
I'm a late great gatsby
My favorite part of rapping
My rap is wrapped in plastic
Like Mr. Boombastic
She told me I'm fantastic
Bump the 808's
The 808's
Bump it coast to coast
Earthquakes in 48 states
Sinbad at the pearly gates
Still funny
Theres no debate
Now bow down to intelligent rap
Due respect to the rap greats
This fuckin mumble rap shit
Ya'll motherfuckers better fuck with the kid
Ya'll don't know his biz
Ya'll don't know this shit
Been explicit
So complicit
Bitches
He's been on the grid
On the map
Rap is back
No more hocus-pocus whack
It's a fact
Everyday we roll and smoke and toke a pack
Gotta confess
Came to finesse
Bout to get the saying tatted on my chest
Watch where you tread
Watch where you step
Watch what you repping
And watch what you said
No cross on my chest
But I feel blessed
Democracy but we still oppressed
Drown the east coast
Fire to the west
Like a mirror gonna shatter the Midwest
I'll slow it down
Homies trapping off the college campus
Blow it down
Weed flowing through the college branches
I've done some shit
But I don't claim to be the fucking baddest
I just spit it on the mic
Regardless of madness
Whoa
Whoa
Yo
Duck when I'm coming through
Don't know what imma do
But this is overdue
when I stick and move
Damn I got something to prove
Dancing I'm stuck in a groove
Tuck when I roll and it's smooth
Pass the liquor
You tell me who spit it sicker
Don't take shit like twisted sister
On the mic like mister mister
Kid Explicit
What's the difference
Between you and another resistor
Is this gonna be another one of them mix-ups
2 kids in the same show
A hiccup
Thumbs up
It's all good
I got love
Like a neighborhood
Everyday every second that I get it
Dip on the mic
Just watch how I spit it
Whoa
Cooling it down
Rap is with me
And I'm one with the sound
I'm one with the sound
Just let it surround
For most of my life I was lost
But now that I'm found
Let em here this rap
And make em say wow
No make em say Whoa
Make em say Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
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Writer(s): Kid Explicit
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