Elephant

Mykel Hawk the rap master and I'm faster than your five G's
The talk is that bastard will splash like the high seas
I'm barking with laughter and outlast any crises
Really all that I'm after cash as far as the eye sees
This is fun for me, I just play with the measure fluid
Since my son told me I was the best to ever do it
Hit the drum for me, I'm about that Boom Bap shit
I'm never done homie; you should've assumed that shit
These autotune rap kids are brutalizing my nerves
You want a hot vocal, try utilizing your words
Ya'll wore that shit to the ground and if you lames really doubt it
Then how is Pain still around but now he's singing without it
And those of you that been spouting that Hip-Hop has advanced
Into trap, mumble rap and we just stuck in the past
Can kiss the tuck of my ass and look for brand new excuses
Why you suck at your craft and if you ask what the proof is

My name is Mykel and I'm liable to go off like a shot
I got a tight flow and I know I show it off quite a lot
I'm a disciple with the vinyl scratching beating the box
And all the tribal with the Krylon graphing heat on the blocks
I'm going viral while they're idle, high and fleeing the cops
Hot on arrival earned the title of emcee cause I rock
It's the revival, let's recycle the supply to the flocks
It's versatile and insightful when you fly with the Hawk

I'm ruthless cause Dre and Eazy handed me Game
The smoothness and steezy came from Big Daddy Kane
And any time I'd feel stuck and getting blind with aggression
I'd be reminded by Chuck that my own mind is a weapon
Uncle Ricky told stories while I'd sit out on the stoop
Skunk, sticky and forties when I slid out there with Snoop
Little shorties around the way all yearned to talk your man out
I got my game from Cool J and learned to knock a man out
You can't reverse engineer it, no way you can reproduce it
I got verse in my spirit cause I was raised by this music
Hit the stage with the fuse lit, set to aim at a few kids
No names but you lames can wear them shits if the shoes fit
Ya'll blew it, we passed you the keys to the Buick
You took a handful of Xanax and crashed it into the sewage
My verses blast like a nuke, your raps is more like a loose threat
I make a splash in the booth, you just now getting your shoes wet

My name is Mykel and I'm liable to go off like a shot
I got a tight flow and I know I show it off quite a lot
I'm a disciple with the vinyl scratching beating the box
And all the tribal with the Krylon graphing heat on the blocks
I'm going viral while they're idle, high and fleeing the cops
Hot on arrival earned the title of emcee cause I rock
It's the revival, let's recycle the supply to the flocks
It's versatile and insightful when you fly with the Hawk

I give a fuck what you nerds say, I'm addressing the elephant
Just cause you suck at your word play don't make it any less relevant
That's like a bird with no wings saying flight's overrated
A guitar with no strings and you're still trying to play it
Man, I'm just going to say it and save your breath homie please
You ain't a chef if all you make is macaroni and cheese
You ain't a stand-up comedian cause you know two jokes
A save the planet bohemian cause you don't use soap
But he thinks magic ingredients made the first rap he wrote
Mad dope, he bought a beat off a cat that he knows
He booked some time in the lab to put his rhyme on the track
Played it over and over and kept rewinding it back
And everyone that he showed was like yo, you're gonna blow kid
So, he posted the song and the shit just exploded
And when the kids took his song and created a dance
Some big wigs came along and paid him an advance
Prearranged for the deal and from initial commitment
He said I'm no longer Phil, ya'll call me Yung Lil' Infant
Kiss my anus I'm famous, I got a river a cash
He got a chain with his name and then got littered with tats
Then just as fast as it came, he seen his flame be diminished
People laughed at his name and made a meme with his image
He sat back thinking on how it all happened so fast
They liked the beat of his song but said his rapping was trash

My name is Mykel and I'm liable to go off like a shot
I got a tight flow and I know I show it off quite a lot
I'm a disciple with the vinyl scratching beating the box
And all the tribal with the Krylon graphing heat on the blocks
I'm going viral while they're idle, high and fleeing the cops
Hot on arrival earned the title of emcee cause I rock
It's the revival, let's recycle the supply to the flocks
It's versatile and insightful when you fly with the Hawk