Rap Gesus

Keke, do you lov-
This aint Drake, this aint Lil Wayne
This aint Cardi B
This aint Rittz, this aint Tecca N9na
This aint Master P
This aint Yelawolf, this aint Eminem or ICP
This ain't Three 6, this ain't Twiztid, it's Statik G
No more waiting on my turn
If you afraid then go to church
Thin patience weighing on my nerves
Them haters praying for the worst
That shit's for the birds, bread crumbs
Spit in reverse, redrum
Twisting my verbs (heard)
Tongue went numb
Hoes get sprung
When I spit som'n
My gift is a curse, I could hiccup a verse
I'ma send all my written's a hurst
I'ma DaVinci with words, no one noticed though
But so-n-so, you know I go and flip em the bird (fuck em)
Yeah I'm a dick and a jerk, a jack off
Take my mask off
Smile like the wow emoji
Yo bitch gave me pussy
Catdog
Droppin' whores (bangers)
What's my source? (anger)
What's my course? (danger)
Rapper carnivore (ate em) I need more plates!
You can't take me down
This aint Jenga
This aint no Sega
Bitch this aint a game!
Listen, I'm not the one, player
Done every drug in the book, ay
Boned every hoe that I could, ay
Made all my bread in the hood
But hit too many licks in my neck of the woods, ay
I'm bad never said I was good, ay
My name in yo mouth, I'm the hook, ay
Pull up all you smell is kush, ay
This aint school but I came wit the good grade
Don't play with my emotions
A player's mind is focused
Bread came in so hot yell Toasty!
Chasin bags but not for groceries!
I'm playin' and coachin, a new brand but I'm OG
Now I spray at you roaches but don't confuse me with Tony!
(I'm the fucking bad guy)
ALSO! Sick of hearing I'm the white Tech N9ne
And associations with clown paint
Sick of hearing I'm the red Eminem
Next you'll be calling me black Drake
Slim Shady you the Rap God
Meet Statik Gesus, but a rap man
Fuck the rap game, cuz nowadays it's a drag race, so Backpage!
Fuck it all jus call me Lil G
Fuck around I'ma show you the real me!
Valium, xanax, pain pills, lean
A couple 40 bottles never killed me
Not a case neither, that's a double
You got spacebars, no shuttle (nothin)
I'm a real lyricist, in the purest sense
Mirror mirror says cut 'em, ay!
I'm a helicopter, get a chopper
Get it hot as if a thermometer's poppin
Get a body, where the chalk at?
My trick, I can make a rapper disappear
Yo trick, pull a ghost writer out a top hat
Woah, woah, woah, woah!
I be like No, no, no, no!
I'm a ghost buster customers know
To watch a nobody body you and your ghosts!
Fuck the mainstream, ay
Rather be your main stream, ay
Spit so cold, brain freeze, ay
This bitch my main squeeze, ay
No sleep gang, day dream, ay
Fuck up and blame me, ay
It's cool cuz that's what everyone else does
And it made me great!
A god has risen!
Why does everybody wanna kill me
Do they really feel I'm competition?
Never been a winner at the top position
But I been a killer with a composition!
Bitch I been the bomb!
I threaten 'em and I'm calm as ever
No better way to get rid of winners and opposition
Never given no credit, you're watching bitchin' like
"Eminem is so much better so is Nas and oh ain't he a juggalo?"
Nah I'm a druggalo
Came in rollin' balls on top of a buffalo
Unlike your uncle with you, I'm untouchable
I'm talkin' Sam, why you make it uncomfortable?
I got stamina, shout out Tech N9ne
And everyone who's time came before mine
But life been shootin' lemons
Time for that lime light
That's fine right
Cuz it's mine, ay
No more eatin' at the kiddie table
Fuck all that I'm bout to level up
If you don't wanna have me I don't give a fuck
I'm fed up with your shit, but I aint fed enough
I won't keep my mouth closed anymore
Won't pay attention to no petty hoes
I been paying dues, y'all been gettin' loans
I'll pay my respects if you get it hoe, you on credit hoe!
Keep it legendary, never secondary
Leave a legend buried in the cemetery
You won't ever scare me, got a short fuse, call it February
You so Ben n Jerry's, swallow cream for mentions
I call average rap "crap"
I been 86'd 187 times, keep it 100 like 50 pencils
Built 12 tours in 12 months
Lil Wyte's, Project Pat's, Afroman's, Obie Trice
Haystak's, Do or Die's, Liquid Assassin's, Crooked I's
Who am I? I'm Statik G
Now quit comparing me to legends
You can go ahead and start comparing them to me
This ain't Juicy J, this ain't Hopsin, this ain't Royce
This aint Bone Thugs, this ain't Wu Tang or Beastie Boys
This ain't NWA, this ain't Nikki or G-Eazy
This is Statik G
Known as Statik Gesus
Call me Geezy
RHYMESICK!



Credits
Writer(s): Derrek Thomas Jensen
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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