Look Like

What it really really look like?
When I step on the mic?
Everybody wanna fight
Everybody wanna get hit by the light
Everybody wanna get get hype
What it really really look like?
When I'm rappin an yapping wit passion
And patterns I've patented are classic?
They say the potential is massive
Jumping up doing a backflip
Soakin ya brain in the acid
Ready to carry the atlas
Look momma I got it
I'm turning it up an I'm burnin em all into ashes
Oh fuck it I'll gas it
Open the casket
Choking these bastards
Luck if they last it
Shouldn't asked it
Lookin disastrous
Boy Ima asterisk
Oh yeah
Star born in the backyard
Little white boy growing in a black art
Got big big dreams and a phat heart
But we ain't got money for the fast start
Family of immigrants
Death had been imminent
Timing is limited
I'm just little kid
Stupid, dumb, ignorant
Plus I'm belligerent
Needed a stimulate
Picked up a pen and I'm militant
Made it magnificent
No longer impotent
Made this shit work
Workin the ground
Hands in the dirt
Makin em' feel and I'm makin em hurt
One at a time
One in the chamber
Counting my demons I leave no remainders
Fuck what they name this
Oh yeah
Fuck up they playlist
What it really really look like?

Everybody wanna shine on the internet
Get rich get it quick on the internet
I just wanna be fine with no internet
No phone, no screens, no internet
Cause motherfucka what's really real?
Losing the human I used to feel
In my body I go insane
Desensitizing like Novacane
So saturated and no horizon
Every moment just an advertisement
Rap that shit
Advertise it
Monetize it
Synchronize it
Buy that shit
Hypnotize em'
With a capitalistic
Notha' statistic
Buyin from these sadistic fucks
Hold up
Back to the bars
See I came in swarming
And I gave em' warning
Now they try to deny me like global warming
And I've been informing
I've been absorbing
All this love gonna be enormous
Come disconnect in my redwood forest
Hook em back with my jab like chorus
Knock em back into rigamortis
Boy I knock em into the rigamortis light
Who the motherfucker said I couldn't rap
If they really wanna act like I'm whack
Betta kill em wit a axe
Decap they head
When I run em on a track
Do laps
They dead
Travel like a 9 millimeter
Every centimeter reach ya
When drown em' by the liter
In the ether
Cause I wouldn't wanna be ya
When I come across a motherfucka sleepin on me
Nah
They won't ever do it like me
I just wanna be at peace
Live good out by the beach
Sing a little bit of bullshit on the beat
Make sure a mothafucker got food to eat
De program
Debug my system from the shit that they serve
I bet you follow they words
Oh you believe what you heard?
Oh what it really look like



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Vicente
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