Here to Stay

Uh, check
This is me Speeder Razor
Yeah
Check it out, ayo

Never find me rapping on these double-time themed beats
If I cannot make a beat by myself, then I'd rather go back in time
Spit on some "out of my time" deep beats
Underground shit nobody knows, I'm digging six feet
As if my hexagonal shovel got a leg on each edge
I told them I cannot spit anymore
That's because my mouth was dry
But then you thought I won't release tracks?
My glands were low on saliva, I'll never quit rap
I'm here to stay, I'm married to this game, I'll keep it alive
They tryna kill it but they don't ever be spitting rhymes
I understand evolution of rap but nowadays, this is bullshit
Niggas talking nonsense and you buy that shit
You're calling it trap? But let us wait a couple years
I'm very patient, I will wait for you to see it's trash
I wonder where you get that audacity calling it trap
People ain't reading nowadays, media at your disposal
But you don't do research
Why the fuck you have it on your hand though? (Why?)
So you can take a picture and post to the people you don't know?
I don't use all of the fingers
On one of my hands to count the true spitters
Who can go bar for bar with the Blue Speeder
They got my heart on a minus degree C, in a new freezer
Reptile tendencies – venomous, I just bruise livers
I'm not a snake though, I don't slither
You push someone to the limits, you're guaranteed a killer

I face you straight up, that's man to man
I don't sneak behind your back
Most of you don't got a back
You depend on other men
Just a flee, you're running laps
You're bugging
Ayo, you straight suck in every thang
Look
So let us get back to the raps
Cause that's the way I push up to the max
Or that's the way I put 'round on a present
The way I rap is 'cause I'm Boombap
Head nodding, double-time don't do that

But if you hear me on those beats, tryna rap a full script
I'd switch the channel by myself, no automatic tune shit
You'll hear me clearly when I spit, my flow ain't stupid
No Halloween event but every verse is getting spooky
Custom made crowns for all these pump-kings with club bangers
The way I keep the shots coming like I'm a bar tender
You'd swear I stood behind a gun, seduction on the trigger
Told you first verse that beyond the limits you get a killer
They say it's cynical the way I criticize them
Judging them on how they're spitting, then I'm calling it a "lesson"
They gotta be lyrical for me to get behind them
To vibe with them, but how they spit it is lowering chances
As an Emcee, I have some decisions to make
Whether to give them a mirror, make sure they know they're lame
Or let them spill this venom in the ears and hear the pain
Or leave 'em outside and let them swim in acid rain
The acid rap that I'm spitting ain't give a chance to rappers
Your basic raps, I don't feel 'em, so y'all can stand together
Be ready to be thrown in the trash
A place in which your chemistry
Has been the best since you started doing rap
Yeah, this shit a competition, I don't give a fuck (I don't)
How you supposed to get better when there's no challengers?
In real life, I'm only competing with me
When it comes to these rhymes, everybody's food, let me eat!

I face you straight up, that's man to man
I don't sneak behind your back
Most of you don't got a back
You depend on other men
Just a flee, you're running laps
You're bugging
Ayo, you straight suck in every thang
Look
So let us get back to the raps
Cause that's the way I push up to the max
Or that's the way I put 'round on a present
The way I rap is 'cause I'm Boombap
Head nodding, double-time don't do that

These days, I'm a producer, but sometimes I consume
That's why I like the second verse and how it concludes
But that's a misconception 'cause I like everything that I write
So they miss the lesson 'cause they focus on what's never right
These days, I'm a producer, but sometimes I consume
That's why I like the second verse and how it concludes
I say
But that's a misconception 'cause I like everything that I write
So they miss the lesson 'cause they focus on what's never right