Mbaku (feat. J.J., Tommy 760, Influence & Alex the Great)

Real ones
Can't deny it

Yeah what's the deal witcha?
Bet you think you the hottest out in the field, listen up
Losing touch with my inhibitions
But still it's a must, yeah I chomp on my beats
Still got some skills in the tuck, but that's just not enough
Yeah what's the deal witcha?
Bet you think you the hardest out in the field, listen up
Losing touch with myself, yeah
But still this is a must, gotta chomp on these beats
Been had this skill in the tuck, but it just ain't enough, yeah

That's right I
Brought myself out the dirt
Bet I come back with a vengeance
Trapped myself in a mental prison, put an end to my sentence
Me and my team, we relentless
Yea we've been blessed with a presence
On the mic, no you've never seen nothing quite like this before
All this talk like I'm an artist
Well where's your work to show huh?
Do it every day music or nothing, must have me confused with someone
I said I want it now, that's right I'm here for my crown
No you can't come around
Can't stand the sight of you clowns
Go head, talk up!
You don't wanna test me
Had about enough
All your talk don't impress me
Go head, talk up!
You don't wanna test me
Had about enough
No you won't ever best me, nah

Yeah what's the deal witcha?
Bet you think you the hottest out in the field, listen up
Losing touch with my inhibitions
But still it's a must, yeah I chomp on my beats
Still got some skills in the tuck, but that's just not enough
Yeah what's the deal witcha,
Bet you think you the hardest out in the field, listen up
Losing touch with myself, yeah
But still this is a must, gotta chomp on these beats
Been had this skill in the tuck, but it just ain't enough, yeah

Oh damn what's new, I been working overtime
For the roof, swerving through the underground
Bring the proof, know the day is coming quickly
Bring the truth, prove myself
I run quick when I'm hearing those roots
My dawgs scary I wouldn't wan move
Blank face shots like Marianne Sue
I want the crown like Mbaku
Face these facts I'm carrying too
Built off the ground I carry that dub
Gold and white like bascilias
See what you want but you never see us

I just pulled up with the slides, don't mind me
I'm dropping verses like I donated a ride
Take you from point A to B
Tryna be light on my feet
Thankfully, I slide in a comfortable feats
I'm high as a bee, but ayeeee
She's shaking that ass so I'm stuck in my seat
I feel amazing

Oh my, 760's on that vibe
IG be keeping it live
Opposite of suicide that's right
I'm a lover, I love to fight
Got me hype, I'm hype tonight
What about you? Mbawho
Red white and blue
Red green and black
Black black, raise up your fist
We fight the power, our people are pissed
Don't play with me Devil
Evil I resist, so flee flee flee
And ooh wee wee, you know ain't nobody better
Anomaly, slash Intellect, respect

Yeah what's the deal witcha?
Bet you think you the hottest out in the field, listen up
Losing touch with my inhibitions
But still it's a must, yeah I chomp on my beats
Still got some skills in the tuck, but that's just not enough
Yeah what's the deal witcha?
Bet you think you the hardest out in the field, listen up
Losing touch with myself, yeah
But still this is a must, gotta chomp on these beats
Been had this skill in the tuck, but it just ain't enough, yeah

All we're asking for is just a little respect
Keep on knocking me down, I promise I won't forget
That's the difference between us, I ain't scared to forgive
Hurt now, but still proud
Busy working on my sound

Round and round, play it back
Upload another track
I can feel some platinum plaques manifesting around the map
Getting worldwide interaction, out these speakers we're blasting
Finally joining in on the action, other rappers we're lapping circles
Around every other faction
Independent trappin, out the High Desert
We own our masters
Ain't no room for disaster when we're discussing what really matters
I peeped the pattern
Sick and tired of chitter chatter
I'm bout the vision I'm modeled after

Duke of this shit, like I am Winston
Mbaku, take you out from a distance
Look at my eyes, and see my vision
Phase through you, kill you in an instant
You are not worthy to run with my tribe
You are not worthy to be on our vibe
Master of fine arts, who are you?
ATG bitch, up in the booth
Lift two tons like it ain't boo
Earth 616 it's man ape dude
Fight to the death I challenge you
If I wasn't vegetarian, you'd be food



Credits
Writer(s): Trevor Bickerstaff
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