Dysfunction
Haha
The art of the vocal performance...
As Instructed...
Alright...
Straight up
How fortunate it is to be born in era
Where I can solve all my problems with rap music
Be the smartest in the room maintaining the choice to act stupid
Save lives through the liveliest usage of a murderous weapon
Coercing urges into serving a lesson
I find it a disservice to be cursin' when you serving up blessings
And seen so much hell, figured "Hell, I'll be more observant of Heaven"
Life is stranger than fiction, depicting stranger things when your mind's on 11
And since they saying "fuck 12"
I'll dial it back to 10 for a second
While daydreaming of first place
Cause this is real rap, the kind of music that make you pause the track
Face the facts and say
"Yeah, okay, I feel that"
Told the braggadocious spirit come back when it could bag something better
And the way I ration rationale is netting endorsements forever
I'm a force to be reckoned with, so of course I'm something clever
Through unparalleled penmanship we push this sport to be better
At my core, I'm a vet finessing and sporting whatever
It's Mikey Lambo forever
If I do it you know it's done right
You can count on me to close loops
My flow's loose, so I stay in your ear like some gold hoops
Want no truce, if you're my enemy you gotta go soon
I don't know what you thought, but you thought wrong and I'ma hold you to it
But I won't hold you dude, I really gotta go and do shit
My flows luscious, I mean luscious, I don't know fuck it
My brain abundant, it's overflowing with gold nuggets
I pass any test that life throws and I don't study (At all)
I'm a monster with large claws, no I'm not your buddy
Feel like I'm rap's Joe Rogan, only I'm not as funny
I was a problem then, it's over now that I got some money (It's over!)
I'm coming for everything, I promise I'ma stop at nothing (I promise!)
The well is endless, I feel tremendous, I really mean it
How sick my pen is, It's quite offensive, hope you ain't squeamish
I ain't like you and if I can't respect you then it's impossible I'ma like you
If that's a problem at least I ain't lie to you
The art of the vocal performance...
As Instructed...
Alright...
Straight up
How fortunate it is to be born in era
Where I can solve all my problems with rap music
Be the smartest in the room maintaining the choice to act stupid
Save lives through the liveliest usage of a murderous weapon
Coercing urges into serving a lesson
I find it a disservice to be cursin' when you serving up blessings
And seen so much hell, figured "Hell, I'll be more observant of Heaven"
Life is stranger than fiction, depicting stranger things when your mind's on 11
And since they saying "fuck 12"
I'll dial it back to 10 for a second
While daydreaming of first place
Cause this is real rap, the kind of music that make you pause the track
Face the facts and say
"Yeah, okay, I feel that"
Told the braggadocious spirit come back when it could bag something better
And the way I ration rationale is netting endorsements forever
I'm a force to be reckoned with, so of course I'm something clever
Through unparalleled penmanship we push this sport to be better
At my core, I'm a vet finessing and sporting whatever
It's Mikey Lambo forever
If I do it you know it's done right
You can count on me to close loops
My flow's loose, so I stay in your ear like some gold hoops
Want no truce, if you're my enemy you gotta go soon
I don't know what you thought, but you thought wrong and I'ma hold you to it
But I won't hold you dude, I really gotta go and do shit
My flows luscious, I mean luscious, I don't know fuck it
My brain abundant, it's overflowing with gold nuggets
I pass any test that life throws and I don't study (At all)
I'm a monster with large claws, no I'm not your buddy
Feel like I'm rap's Joe Rogan, only I'm not as funny
I was a problem then, it's over now that I got some money (It's over!)
I'm coming for everything, I promise I'ma stop at nothing (I promise!)
The well is endless, I feel tremendous, I really mean it
How sick my pen is, It's quite offensive, hope you ain't squeamish
I ain't like you and if I can't respect you then it's impossible I'ma like you
If that's a problem at least I ain't lie to you
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Parker Ii
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