Fear
I'mma hit you with the art of rap
Here's the art of facts
Bars are back
I brought a pad
This game, I got it covered like an
Ancient artifact
Cuz it's all about the soul and heart
Check up on your cardiac and all of that
And since it's Autumn now
You're gonna keep on falling back
I see you're getting tired
I'm the tires on this car and track
Get a parking pass
Hella fast
Cuz you're still standing still
At the pitstop
Pissed off
Picking through the parts you have
Don't play, up in my Lane
This game isn't made to be played with all the cards you lack
This is 25 to life
And your bars are trash
Get two X's for your eyes
As you hide like a treasure map
You must have wrote your fate up with a feather tap
You little light weight
Out of shape
Powder shake
Out if mind
Out of rhymes
You're nothing but a waste of time
I could bend your time line
Like I came up here from outer
Space
I'm great
Get outta my face
Embracing, faces for some straight
Jargon jabs
Shit I thought you had
Thought of that
Burns returning
I just did my part and brought em back
So pardon that
Killing off the weak is simply just a part of rap
So if you got a problem
Never hesitate to holler back
And I won't hesitate to give out any other heart attacks
I'm an articulate artist
In the art of rap
And I won't hesitate to fucking
Kill you on a track
So what you gotta say to that
Just take a seat, I'm coming back
Back with a pen
Who's at it again
I'm coming to lash out
Better back out
You're about to find out, that clout mouth
Turned out
To turn South
Looks like you, better swerve out
Or go down a bad route
Stuck in a choke point
Oh boy
Don't toy, little boy, go pass out
Start tapping
It'll happen in a flash man
Look at you
You got cash and I got passion
Just imagine what'll happen if we go toe to toe
You know you won't
You'd fucking choke
I got your throat
You better hope I don't
Bring my proud mouth out back for some action
Packing pyro practice
Bringing dope smoke, killing off you asthmatics
Smoke like it's magic
Abracadabra, going poof
Yeah, this booth
Can smoke off all you average
Passive, lame wanna be's
I don't know what you want from me
You actors are too soft for me
Promise you ain't a problem
My product will pop you properly
Ain't no way you're stopping me
Shed tears, over fear
In a haunted dream
You're living in Fear
Here's the art of facts
Bars are back
I brought a pad
This game, I got it covered like an
Ancient artifact
Cuz it's all about the soul and heart
Check up on your cardiac and all of that
And since it's Autumn now
You're gonna keep on falling back
I see you're getting tired
I'm the tires on this car and track
Get a parking pass
Hella fast
Cuz you're still standing still
At the pitstop
Pissed off
Picking through the parts you have
Don't play, up in my Lane
This game isn't made to be played with all the cards you lack
This is 25 to life
And your bars are trash
Get two X's for your eyes
As you hide like a treasure map
You must have wrote your fate up with a feather tap
You little light weight
Out of shape
Powder shake
Out if mind
Out of rhymes
You're nothing but a waste of time
I could bend your time line
Like I came up here from outer
Space
I'm great
Get outta my face
Embracing, faces for some straight
Jargon jabs
Shit I thought you had
Thought of that
Burns returning
I just did my part and brought em back
So pardon that
Killing off the weak is simply just a part of rap
So if you got a problem
Never hesitate to holler back
And I won't hesitate to give out any other heart attacks
I'm an articulate artist
In the art of rap
And I won't hesitate to fucking
Kill you on a track
So what you gotta say to that
Just take a seat, I'm coming back
Back with a pen
Who's at it again
I'm coming to lash out
Better back out
You're about to find out, that clout mouth
Turned out
To turn South
Looks like you, better swerve out
Or go down a bad route
Stuck in a choke point
Oh boy
Don't toy, little boy, go pass out
Start tapping
It'll happen in a flash man
Look at you
You got cash and I got passion
Just imagine what'll happen if we go toe to toe
You know you won't
You'd fucking choke
I got your throat
You better hope I don't
Bring my proud mouth out back for some action
Packing pyro practice
Bringing dope smoke, killing off you asthmatics
Smoke like it's magic
Abracadabra, going poof
Yeah, this booth
Can smoke off all you average
Passive, lame wanna be's
I don't know what you want from me
You actors are too soft for me
Promise you ain't a problem
My product will pop you properly
Ain't no way you're stopping me
Shed tears, over fear
In a haunted dream
You're living in Fear
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Writer(s): Josh Alger
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