Brioche Bun
Something fucking New
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Century 22
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Coming for the world's view
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What the fuck you finna do
Head like
Symbol of Avarice
Spit gold
A King Midas
Derivative
First of my kind
Unknown and
So primitive
So timid
Yet too eager
To show the differences
Between a fucking God
And some everyday citizens
"Showing" is the key verb
Flyer than the word
Bird
Ascend to levels
That you've never even
Heard of
Verses akin to murder
Been nice
I've turned assertive
Now I'm lean mean machine
Who goes to shows
To close your curtains
Curtain Call
Eminem
Before I leave the Venom in
I Hunt buck rappers friends
And turn them into Venison
A couple sentences
A few seconds in
Niggas calling me Edison
Cause I make songs
With theoretical lessons and
Such and such
Recently I have been in
The up and up
Cuz back then
I couldn't afford
My lunch and stuff
Now the stomach
Super stuffed
Earing fight winnings
With verbal uppercuts
I do a lot of damage so far
But I haven't done enough
Step up?
Get put down
Hop in?
Get laid out
Face and ego
Bruised up
Like losers in
MMA bouts
Fuck you
And your story
I don't give a fuck
Who you about
Another nigga
Under my boot
Fuck
Ima lose count
Causing casualties
Casually
Bodies in atrophy
Tragedies
Done so tactfully
Its like an art form
Actually
Rap triathlete
Despite my very lax
Physicality
Strong enough
To rip these niggas
In half
And brand a fatality
Finished
Something done
Did it again
Aint here to
Make friends
I'm here to bring ends
They're diminished
Niggas is chicken
Like Popeyes
When I choke you
I pop eyes
Cuz I'm built
Like Popeye
With the spinach
I'm not the nigga
You would like to mess with
I'll stomp to you to the ground
Even though talking
Is my preference
The man who switches flows
So he can always keep them guessing
I'm the best
I hope you get the fucking message
Because it's
Something fucking New
Mic check
Mic check
Century 22
Mic check
Mic check
Coming for the world's view
Mic check
Mic check
What the fuck you finna do
Mic check
Mic check
Something fucking New
Mic check
Mic check
Century 22
Mic check
Mic check
Coming for the world's view
Mic check
Mic check
What the fuck you finna do
Mic check
Mic check
Mic check
Mic check
Century 22
Mic check
Mic check
Coming for the world's view
Mic check
Mic check
What the fuck you finna do
Head like
Symbol of Avarice
Spit gold
A King Midas
Derivative
First of my kind
Unknown and
So primitive
So timid
Yet too eager
To show the differences
Between a fucking God
And some everyday citizens
"Showing" is the key verb
Flyer than the word
Bird
Ascend to levels
That you've never even
Heard of
Verses akin to murder
Been nice
I've turned assertive
Now I'm lean mean machine
Who goes to shows
To close your curtains
Curtain Call
Eminem
Before I leave the Venom in
I Hunt buck rappers friends
And turn them into Venison
A couple sentences
A few seconds in
Niggas calling me Edison
Cause I make songs
With theoretical lessons and
Such and such
Recently I have been in
The up and up
Cuz back then
I couldn't afford
My lunch and stuff
Now the stomach
Super stuffed
Earing fight winnings
With verbal uppercuts
I do a lot of damage so far
But I haven't done enough
Step up?
Get put down
Hop in?
Get laid out
Face and ego
Bruised up
Like losers in
MMA bouts
Fuck you
And your story
I don't give a fuck
Who you about
Another nigga
Under my boot
Fuck
Ima lose count
Causing casualties
Casually
Bodies in atrophy
Tragedies
Done so tactfully
Its like an art form
Actually
Rap triathlete
Despite my very lax
Physicality
Strong enough
To rip these niggas
In half
And brand a fatality
Finished
Something done
Did it again
Aint here to
Make friends
I'm here to bring ends
They're diminished
Niggas is chicken
Like Popeyes
When I choke you
I pop eyes
Cuz I'm built
Like Popeye
With the spinach
I'm not the nigga
You would like to mess with
I'll stomp to you to the ground
Even though talking
Is my preference
The man who switches flows
So he can always keep them guessing
I'm the best
I hope you get the fucking message
Because it's
Something fucking New
Mic check
Mic check
Century 22
Mic check
Mic check
Coming for the world's view
Mic check
Mic check
What the fuck you finna do
Mic check
Mic check
Something fucking New
Mic check
Mic check
Century 22
Mic check
Mic check
Coming for the world's view
Mic check
Mic check
What the fuck you finna do
Mic check
Mic check
Credits
Writer(s): Marco Rodriguez
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