Beat Hoven

I'm no mumble rapper
I'm a humble rapper
They be rapping ouchea
Like they in they pamper
First I kill the flow
Then I kill the latter
Coming up the game
Flowing up a ladder
When I'm in the streets
They just looking sadder
Turn up, they just getting madder
Ain't nobody fall
I got the moves like Jagger
Ain't no slackers, Zim bars matter
Came into the game
No morning after
Zim rap jewels ain't coming badder
Yeah, I hear them talking
But I don't chit-chatter
When I hit the booth
The rappers, they scatter
DC won't stagger
DC won't stammer
DC gon keep it 100 with grammar
DC Mak knows that life is a B
But just always been treating her
Good since she had her, yeah

We doing just fine
Turn that 2 into a 9
Fire all the time
They be falling way outta line
We gon have to commit crime
Killing all these slimes
Cindy Lauper, time after time
Bars sublime
Sipping the soco, the lime
Zim artists doing the most
S-o the host
Just know we feeling your grind
Beat the beat up when I'm feeling it
Rapping with Skii
Cause I know he killing it
Acting like 50 but it's just a little bit
I'm an original, you just a counterfeit
Say they be hating? Damn
We'll see the wit
Flow be the fire
So you know it's litty lit
He got the soap
And I got the sewing kit
Stitching the game back together, man
Isn't it? Yeah, yeah

Where the bag at? Where the cash at
Count over & over
When I cop the Rover
Flow dope like coke
And imma stash that
Tryna get there sober
Tryna prove who doper
Flow ten years older
Than the man's hand
Y'all know who wrote the bars
Kick ain't blower
One track it's over
Knock em, bulldozer
Press play, live life
Iwe wakango pauser
Tisu taama bhuru
Most niggas madhonza
Smoking up the game
Hapana kana bonza
Taking the show over
Easy, leg over
Lucky rema lucky
We 4-leaf clover
Got a real cold shoulder
But it just got colder
Take a look at my face
Can't you see that's poker?
Fast come-up for the crew
Haters go slower
This real rap now
Can't say we ain't told ya

Dat Boi be the best
That ever did
He always a step ahead
And they too slow to get it
You ain't bad? Then beat it
My flow good? Then eat it
Admit you been defeated
You better suck my enthusiasm
Guaranteed to give you an eargasm
This premeditated not a super spasm
Yeah, we ain't relaxing, no Sir
The situation, I adapt to
You know I love a beat
That I can dab to
Come through, lemme
Give you a walkthrough
Lock, load, fire, who shot you?
Pow, pow, pewm
I be smelling doom
Illest in the room
Lambo mercy, zoom
Flow sweeps aways haters
Like a broom
No matter what
The game must resume

All of these hittas wanna hold me back
They see me tryna make a hefty stack
I'm on the road, they wanna
Block my track
They thought I was gone
But well, guess who's back
I switch lanes, Rick Jane
Hit 'em with a sick game
Everyday, young blood rush
Through my big veins
You already know I be killing em
Simultaneously thrilling em
Dat Boi, DC, we the lyrical criminal
We the numero uno
Cut-throat & cynical
When it comes to the bars
You know we never pitiful
Yeah, we drop back from the Stone Age
On the mic, we gon show you
That we got rage
Top missing, chilling out
With a tight deije
We wilding out like we trapped
In a steel cage
Aye, & you gon find us
On your home page
While we on stage
For the heritage
For the culture