Drama
Yo
I'm on my next level shit, trying to stay consecutive
Don't want to be comparative to these electronegatives
Super-duper with this shit, is kind of stupendous
Bet you Joey Diaz would say, "Fucking Tremendous"
A lot of practice, exercises in penmanship
A lyricist writing graffiti, still the hand writing looks like shit
So keep it underground like each bar is a fucking tag
And each track with a beat, is like a piece under the overpass
Where some people see it, and others don't even bother
And if it gets buffed, then I got you with another
And another one, another one, I got you with another one
Boy, don't beef with me or I'm tagging on your mama's house
Call me an asshole, an elevated soul
Who don't care about the world, unless you care for me
And show me the reason to be me. Alive is what I meant
Make it a pleasure for me to meet you ladies and you gents
It's easy, just don't be boring
Tell me the story of where you came from and where you're going
And if I've been there, I could give you some advice
Otherwise, I guess your guess is just as good as mine
What! Back on my bull again, ridding like a rodeo
If he bust his ass, get him some milk and then an Oreo
Kid friendly, but too cursive for the radio
As if they didn't see internet videos already yo
Filled with violence, language, there's no silence
And in the food, you put sugar instead of spices
Adding fluoride to your water supplies
No surprise you lost connection with your third eye
Boy
I'm on my next level shit, trying to stay consecutive
Don't want to be comparative to these electronegatives
Super-duper with this shit, is kind of stupendous
Bet you Joey Diaz would say, "Fucking Tremendous"
A lot of practice, exercises in penmanship
A lyricist writing graffiti, still the hand writing looks like shit
So keep it underground like each bar is a fucking tag
And each track with a beat, is like a piece under the overpass
Where some people see it, and others don't even bother
And if it gets buffed, then I got you with another
And another one, another one, I got you with another one
Boy, don't beef with me or I'm tagging on your mama's house
Call me an asshole, an elevated soul
Who don't care about the world, unless you care for me
And show me the reason to be me. Alive is what I meant
Make it a pleasure for me to meet you ladies and you gents
It's easy, just don't be boring
Tell me the story of where you came from and where you're going
And if I've been there, I could give you some advice
Otherwise, I guess your guess is just as good as mine
What! Back on my bull again, ridding like a rodeo
If he bust his ass, get him some milk and then an Oreo
Kid friendly, but too cursive for the radio
As if they didn't see internet videos already yo
Filled with violence, language, there's no silence
And in the food, you put sugar instead of spices
Adding fluoride to your water supplies
No surprise you lost connection with your third eye
Boy
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Writer(s): Samy Abdelkarim
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