Hattori Hanzo (feat. Bryan MacKK)
Bru you flying too close
Deadly doses in only a few quotes
Penmanship only a few boast
I've been it since Chef rocked the goose Lo
Now you know
Hip hop, yes, we share a romance
Stay connected like, we hold hands during a slow dance
These days rappers skill is limited with the bars like a pole dance
If you want to sing, bru stick to slow jams
You ask me why the hate, I don't know man
Trying to put me in my place, but I'm a nomad
Yeah they so mad, where's my katana, get my robe man
Uncle Barry with the pick and roll
Play the villain as far as fiction goes
All these coke raps like you got a brick to hold
Bru I only see bacon on that kitchen stove
Never lack drive, in my mind I own dealerships
Food for thought and this pen holds a feast in it
Sentences divine, bars hide a beast in it
Who comes out at night to feed on the illiterate
Dirt on your soul like shoe glue
You crip fake, now you grape, repping that purple like Tutu
Going on like your crew the true few
But ya'll really rock tutus
Now boohoo
Been trying to win
Inspired by sin
Rapping this being versatile a regular thing
Chill and let this veteran in
Chop these thesigory lines
Oh using knives and swords to write flows
Sharp shooter with no rifle
You can call me Cristiano with the mic bro
Never pretend
Tell the truth and sip on the gin
I don't even need a pen, I don't even need a friend
No validation required, for me to get it in
Fuck your comments, fuck a concept
Always coming from within
Fuck your nonsense, fuck my conscious
If me coming is a sin
See you running out of tracks, busy running in the field
Steady running from the wack, because a nigga hella skilled
I build, on a daily basis, time I barely wasted
A nigga really waiting because I'm down to take it
And I don't fuck with haters, I don't fuck with waste men
I'm always on the clock I am never patient
I just lay it, I don't write it
I just say it, I don't bite it
Pretending you the king, but you don't really know who I is
I just lay it, I don't write it
I just say it, I don't bite it
Pretending you the king, but you don't really know who I is
Deadly doses in only a few quotes
Penmanship only a few boast
I've been it since Chef rocked the goose Lo
Now you know
Hip hop, yes, we share a romance
Stay connected like, we hold hands during a slow dance
These days rappers skill is limited with the bars like a pole dance
If you want to sing, bru stick to slow jams
You ask me why the hate, I don't know man
Trying to put me in my place, but I'm a nomad
Yeah they so mad, where's my katana, get my robe man
Uncle Barry with the pick and roll
Play the villain as far as fiction goes
All these coke raps like you got a brick to hold
Bru I only see bacon on that kitchen stove
Never lack drive, in my mind I own dealerships
Food for thought and this pen holds a feast in it
Sentences divine, bars hide a beast in it
Who comes out at night to feed on the illiterate
Dirt on your soul like shoe glue
You crip fake, now you grape, repping that purple like Tutu
Going on like your crew the true few
But ya'll really rock tutus
Now boohoo
Been trying to win
Inspired by sin
Rapping this being versatile a regular thing
Chill and let this veteran in
Chop these thesigory lines
Oh using knives and swords to write flows
Sharp shooter with no rifle
You can call me Cristiano with the mic bro
Never pretend
Tell the truth and sip on the gin
I don't even need a pen, I don't even need a friend
No validation required, for me to get it in
Fuck your comments, fuck a concept
Always coming from within
Fuck your nonsense, fuck my conscious
If me coming is a sin
See you running out of tracks, busy running in the field
Steady running from the wack, because a nigga hella skilled
I build, on a daily basis, time I barely wasted
A nigga really waiting because I'm down to take it
And I don't fuck with haters, I don't fuck with waste men
I'm always on the clock I am never patient
I just lay it, I don't write it
I just say it, I don't bite it
Pretending you the king, but you don't really know who I is
I just lay it, I don't write it
I just say it, I don't bite it
Pretending you the king, but you don't really know who I is
Credits
Writer(s): Jeremy Kroutz
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