Messin' Around

It's about time
That I get some recognition
How I maneuver on these beats
I'm the flow physician
I'm trying not to show off with lyrical nutrition
Reaching the levels of my idols I got high ambitions
It's been a long time coming what they all say
Killing these rappers like some bugs with the verbal spray
This my sport I'm breaking ankles leaving you dismayed
Music my passion I can't get enough like a buffet

I spit poison feeling venomous while steady scheming
Flow so cold without ice on I leave you freezing
How you claim to be the best I find that intriguing
With wack lyrics like that man just stop believing
My wordplay is so crazy school you in summertime
Give me a notepad and a pen hit you with tidy lines
Words so deadly when I use them it becomes a crime
But I'll let you live another day yelling out l'chaim

That's just a joke I promise you that I'm really friendly
I only kill with kindness and I do it so intensely
Everybody starts to run when I make my entry
Especially when I'm going loco and on a frenzy
Beating all the obstacles located in my path
I drop sixteens and forty fours and complex math
Leave you sweating in your socks please go take a bath
But come back I'm not done with you so don't you spazz

I thought I said do something t-t-today junior
Think back to the last line man that's some good humor
But what's really sad is I heard a real rumor
You claim to be a man but you're a late bloomer
In other words you ain't really a man
Don't even know why you stepping up to me know what I'm saying
For real step back or I'll toss you in a van
Pop the trunk and with the heat fry you in a pan

But not really cause I'm not down with the gunplay
This L you just took don't need no airplay
Got you begging not to do it saying si vous plait
And cause I'm feeling nice I'll let go so say yay
Bring the beat down a little bit and take a breather
Before I pull a nas and hit you with that ether
I school wack mcs just call me their teacher
Spreading knowledge like an enzyme killing the fever
Of this nonsense now a days they calling music
I want the stuff back when artists were just too sick
Where I understood what they said and it was fluent
Instead of nonsense Buick



Credits
Writer(s): Giezi Perez
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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