Sorry 'bout This
I'm really sorry bout this
I'm really sorry bout this
Bout this
Brain is a vault, you can't crack it, can't catch it
Flames in my veins, I'm a pyro addict
My flow batshit, guano, listen to the Phono
Graphics, you're the South Park Bono
I'm a lout but I write rhymes pronto
A battle you cannot afford like a Bronco
Dalmatian energy, call me Pongo
Ole boy, Old Boy hallway scene
Me against foes, they fall away and scream
Jackie Chan stunt punch right to the throat
I'm the GOAT
Bruce Lee VS Cliff when I'm in the booth
I'm obtuse, once upon a time wrote a rhyme
About a rhyme about another rhyme
That's just the design, out of place
Outer space, like Nova Prime, call me Pi
3.14 times better than your slime, I'm
Wondering why I do this
I just get so stupid, yet I am so ruthless
I will leave you toothless, I train myself
To spit fire, incongruence, so fluid
When I flew away above you
I threw the sky in my hand to another dimension
Another Universe, another realm
Right through The Doors, Rider In The Sky
Ride or die, win lose or tie, die, like the 70's
Here's a little levity, laughing as you flow heavenly
Off a cliff, I'm really sorry bout this
I'm really sorry bout this
I'm really sorry bout this
But please do not doubt this
You know that I'm wicked and vicious
When I verbalize my flows on the instrumental
I hold the microphone like it was sent a medal
But I don't ever expect to be sent a medal
Unless we see WW3, the world goes mental
But I know that I'm a poet, I'm just floating
Like a Hawk, just riding the breeze
I'm not Vulcan like Spock, but I do this with ease
And when the prey is caught I hide in the trees
Kill the beat and get back to what you need
Like a ninja I'm stealth, but I'm also a binge drinker
And it's bad for my health, so I'm a drunken ninja
With a stick at my side, a microphone and a mask over my eyes
Stumbling through the night, no particular direction
Mumbling some sort of reflections
I know that I am detecting, the mother fricking sweat
On your brow, so hey, party people, in the place to be
Say microphone check 1 2, I'm the Emcee
Don't peak at my raps, I adapt and snap n slap
The crap out of you, before I crack you jaw
With a southpaw, before I tap into your wack rap system
My wisdom, would help you, but instead you lack
What I got, you wack, tacky, try to smack me
I got the lyrics and the spirits so you fear
The legendary one who's sparring with the beat
No fear in top gear so near, I sheer this beat
While you sheer and bow at my feet
In the middle of the street
I'm really sorry bout this
I'm really sorry bout this
Bout this
Brain is a vault, you can't crack it, can't catch it
Flames in my veins, I'm a pyro addict
My flow batshit, guano, listen to the Phono
Graphics, you're the South Park Bono
I'm a lout but I write rhymes pronto
A battle you cannot afford like a Bronco
Dalmatian energy, call me Pongo
Ole boy, Old Boy hallway scene
Me against foes, they fall away and scream
Jackie Chan stunt punch right to the throat
I'm the GOAT
Bruce Lee VS Cliff when I'm in the booth
I'm obtuse, once upon a time wrote a rhyme
About a rhyme about another rhyme
That's just the design, out of place
Outer space, like Nova Prime, call me Pi
3.14 times better than your slime, I'm
Wondering why I do this
I just get so stupid, yet I am so ruthless
I will leave you toothless, I train myself
To spit fire, incongruence, so fluid
When I flew away above you
I threw the sky in my hand to another dimension
Another Universe, another realm
Right through The Doors, Rider In The Sky
Ride or die, win lose or tie, die, like the 70's
Here's a little levity, laughing as you flow heavenly
Off a cliff, I'm really sorry bout this
I'm really sorry bout this
I'm really sorry bout this
But please do not doubt this
You know that I'm wicked and vicious
When I verbalize my flows on the instrumental
I hold the microphone like it was sent a medal
But I don't ever expect to be sent a medal
Unless we see WW3, the world goes mental
But I know that I'm a poet, I'm just floating
Like a Hawk, just riding the breeze
I'm not Vulcan like Spock, but I do this with ease
And when the prey is caught I hide in the trees
Kill the beat and get back to what you need
Like a ninja I'm stealth, but I'm also a binge drinker
And it's bad for my health, so I'm a drunken ninja
With a stick at my side, a microphone and a mask over my eyes
Stumbling through the night, no particular direction
Mumbling some sort of reflections
I know that I am detecting, the mother fricking sweat
On your brow, so hey, party people, in the place to be
Say microphone check 1 2, I'm the Emcee
Don't peak at my raps, I adapt and snap n slap
The crap out of you, before I crack you jaw
With a southpaw, before I tap into your wack rap system
My wisdom, would help you, but instead you lack
What I got, you wack, tacky, try to smack me
I got the lyrics and the spirits so you fear
The legendary one who's sparring with the beat
No fear in top gear so near, I sheer this beat
While you sheer and bow at my feet
In the middle of the street
I'm really sorry bout this
Credits
Writer(s): Tanner Macey
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