Mic
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Uh
Goin' straight bars on this
Niggas think I can't spit
Uh
I don't fuck with no body
I just do my own thing
You don't want the smoke with me
I'm telling you, you won't hang
Stay within your own lane
Who gassed you up like propane?
I play no games
Fear no lames
You niggas must have no brains
Normally i'm humble i don't usually do this
But my patience easily hits E
Then I turn ruthless
Such a fucking nuisance
Swear they must be clueless
I'm the fucking truth, shit
I got the skills to prove it
No mumble rap
I spit a verse and attack
The track, then play it back
Its more addicting than crack
I'm everythin' this game lack
Here to bring that real shit back
People doubt and i just laugh
You got some nerve to call me trash,When
I should be your favorite
You must not know what trash is
Too brainwashed by your playlist
To realize thats where the trash lives
If your entire track list
Is one line, and adlibs
Fuck running circles around you
I do backflips
You can't tell me what good rap is
I'm the illest in the atlas
Always slept on like a mattress
Gets on my nerve like sciatica
I had enough
Name another artist that can rap like me
Except Joyner, eminem, and tech N-9-N -E
Gotta' pay homage to the G-O-A-T
As i'm spittin' fire on the M-I-C
These rappers think they hard
But they more like E.D.
My flow be out this world
I call my verses ETs
Treats these beats like paper
Cause I rip shit with ease
Now watch me as i kill it
With a faster rhyme scheme
I'm just playin' i already know shit
Some just can't keep up
I'm forced to slow down with the flow and shit
I'm Michael Myers of this rap game
You ain't know? Bitch
I pop up on the scene
Knocking down doors
And slitting throats bitch
Now lets address this now
Incase you got me fucked up
My only obligation, protect the fam
And get my bucks up
Niggas talkin' slick
Little they know i do see whats up
But i ain't trippin'
Its the best feelin'
Like gettin' ya nuts sucked
Topic of discussion
Out thin air my name just come up
You know you doing something right
When they can't shut the fuck up
Fell off my high horse
Landed face first
The world told me "tough luck"
I got back up said "fuck the world"
But specifically butt fucked
Think lyricism must return
And come reclaim the game
I guess its time to work my magic
Like I'm David Blaine
See my motives slightly different
Than what others claim
I care about respect more than I do for fame
Shout out my brother OAN, thats my nigga
Weed stronger than a blow right to the liver
I pull these rappers cards like its a trigger
Hip-Hop requires bars, they don't deliver
Yeah yeah
Uh
Goin' straight bars on this
Niggas think I can't spit
Uh
I don't fuck with no body
I just do my own thing
You don't want the smoke with me
I'm telling you, you won't hang
Stay within your own lane
Who gassed you up like propane?
I play no games
Fear no lames
You niggas must have no brains
Normally i'm humble i don't usually do this
But my patience easily hits E
Then I turn ruthless
Such a fucking nuisance
Swear they must be clueless
I'm the fucking truth, shit
I got the skills to prove it
No mumble rap
I spit a verse and attack
The track, then play it back
Its more addicting than crack
I'm everythin' this game lack
Here to bring that real shit back
People doubt and i just laugh
You got some nerve to call me trash,When
I should be your favorite
You must not know what trash is
Too brainwashed by your playlist
To realize thats where the trash lives
If your entire track list
Is one line, and adlibs
Fuck running circles around you
I do backflips
You can't tell me what good rap is
I'm the illest in the atlas
Always slept on like a mattress
Gets on my nerve like sciatica
I had enough
Name another artist that can rap like me
Except Joyner, eminem, and tech N-9-N -E
Gotta' pay homage to the G-O-A-T
As i'm spittin' fire on the M-I-C
These rappers think they hard
But they more like E.D.
My flow be out this world
I call my verses ETs
Treats these beats like paper
Cause I rip shit with ease
Now watch me as i kill it
With a faster rhyme scheme
I'm just playin' i already know shit
Some just can't keep up
I'm forced to slow down with the flow and shit
I'm Michael Myers of this rap game
You ain't know? Bitch
I pop up on the scene
Knocking down doors
And slitting throats bitch
Now lets address this now
Incase you got me fucked up
My only obligation, protect the fam
And get my bucks up
Niggas talkin' slick
Little they know i do see whats up
But i ain't trippin'
Its the best feelin'
Like gettin' ya nuts sucked
Topic of discussion
Out thin air my name just come up
You know you doing something right
When they can't shut the fuck up
Fell off my high horse
Landed face first
The world told me "tough luck"
I got back up said "fuck the world"
But specifically butt fucked
Think lyricism must return
And come reclaim the game
I guess its time to work my magic
Like I'm David Blaine
See my motives slightly different
Than what others claim
I care about respect more than I do for fame
Shout out my brother OAN, thats my nigga
Weed stronger than a blow right to the liver
I pull these rappers cards like its a trigger
Hip-Hop requires bars, they don't deliver
Credits
Writer(s): Kendred T Smith, Michael C. Mc Dermon
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