Rap Phenomenon
Your rap career is shorter than leprechauns
I'm an Autobot but cool with a couple Decepticons
Guns so big strapped to their arms like Megatron
I belong in the highest of the upper echelon
Beats are energon
I pray to the Matrix
The devil's Unicron
They be like, Issue man what kinda shit do you be on
I just be movin' on leave the haters proven wrong
Sleepin' knowing damn well I make the coolest songs
You don't gotta love it
I put no one above it
My clique bring the heat like the inside of an oven
It's the coven the Enterprise
Every letter emphasized
Control the game leaving every player penalized
Actually you ain't fuckin' with the family
'Cuz magically I'll appear
End your career tragically Emphatically I am one of the illest Straight microphone killa
Man I even kill the witness
Ever since I started spittin' these niggaz started snoozin'
That's why I stay winning and these niggaz stay losin'
I'm movin' to the rhythm of my own composition
It's way too advanced I don't expect y'all to listen
Only those with a certain type of comprehension could attain the state of mind to even pay attention
My mind is steady wrestling
Stone Cold aggression in the middle of the ring
King Booker to you peasants
My presence is the definition of effervescence
I'm a judge presiding over these rappers ready sentence
25 to life without a beats, rhymes & mics
Throw you in the hole, reduce your access to light
Flight risk? I'll shoot your plane down
Watch my vengeance rain down
I dare you weak rappers to complain now
Nothing is the same. I arrived here to change shit
You gummy bear rappers, I'm sick of all your lame shit
The way I blaze these beats make you die from a heatstroke
So necessary like a girl that can deep throat so keep notes
Take 'em with you when you write 'em, study them
Listen when you work out
Share it with your chubby friends These hatin' niggaz, they be watchin' me like they government
But shit, I don't hate my haters
Man, I be lovin' them
'Cuz they really love me
They can't get enough of me
Maybe I need clones
Too bad there's only one of me
Homie I be runnin' them
They should call me father 'cuz the way that I be sonnin' them
I be Phillip Drummond 'em
Stone Cold stunnin' them every time that they act up
Kick 'em out da crib
Tell them little niggaz to pack up Yeah it's kinda jacked up but they so childish
I Superman hoes going Bizarro for that wild shit
Then I turn to Clark Kent chillin' on that mild shit
Laid back
You would think I'm puffin' on that loud shit but nah
I'm an Autobot but cool with a couple Decepticons
Guns so big strapped to their arms like Megatron
I belong in the highest of the upper echelon
Beats are energon
I pray to the Matrix
The devil's Unicron
They be like, Issue man what kinda shit do you be on
I just be movin' on leave the haters proven wrong
Sleepin' knowing damn well I make the coolest songs
You don't gotta love it
I put no one above it
My clique bring the heat like the inside of an oven
It's the coven the Enterprise
Every letter emphasized
Control the game leaving every player penalized
Actually you ain't fuckin' with the family
'Cuz magically I'll appear
End your career tragically Emphatically I am one of the illest Straight microphone killa
Man I even kill the witness
Ever since I started spittin' these niggaz started snoozin'
That's why I stay winning and these niggaz stay losin'
I'm movin' to the rhythm of my own composition
It's way too advanced I don't expect y'all to listen
Only those with a certain type of comprehension could attain the state of mind to even pay attention
My mind is steady wrestling
Stone Cold aggression in the middle of the ring
King Booker to you peasants
My presence is the definition of effervescence
I'm a judge presiding over these rappers ready sentence
25 to life without a beats, rhymes & mics
Throw you in the hole, reduce your access to light
Flight risk? I'll shoot your plane down
Watch my vengeance rain down
I dare you weak rappers to complain now
Nothing is the same. I arrived here to change shit
You gummy bear rappers, I'm sick of all your lame shit
The way I blaze these beats make you die from a heatstroke
So necessary like a girl that can deep throat so keep notes
Take 'em with you when you write 'em, study them
Listen when you work out
Share it with your chubby friends These hatin' niggaz, they be watchin' me like they government
But shit, I don't hate my haters
Man, I be lovin' them
'Cuz they really love me
They can't get enough of me
Maybe I need clones
Too bad there's only one of me
Homie I be runnin' them
They should call me father 'cuz the way that I be sonnin' them
I be Phillip Drummond 'em
Stone Cold stunnin' them every time that they act up
Kick 'em out da crib
Tell them little niggaz to pack up Yeah it's kinda jacked up but they so childish
I Superman hoes going Bizarro for that wild shit
Then I turn to Clark Kent chillin' on that mild shit
Laid back
You would think I'm puffin' on that loud shit but nah
Credits
Writer(s): Marcos Morales
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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