RESPECT

I mean where the fuck
Should I really even start (Yeah)
Fake rappers, they ain't really that smart
Whack grammar, all glamour
They ain't really got no heart
Try stand up man
People find you funny (Hahaha)
Flexing ain't flexing if it ain't your money
Buddy (Kelu)

You need a dictionary, I'm a missionary
Rhymes paint a picture, play pictionary
Van Gogh at Nando's, my sauce like Peri Peri
I'm very ill, kill you
And put you on obituaries
Fit you in a coffin, now get buried
Six feet deep
My lyrics be your cheat sheet
Do you wanna ride or die
La La La La La La La La
Holy Moly, too many phonys
Be capping on the beats
You'll never be a rapper
Even if your name
Yogi B, Viveck Ji
Try get a PhD, you still wont be a Dr
Burn in hell, you'll never be adopted man
No fosters
Peep the game, my flow thundering
Got respect from an OG, Stylomannavan
Or should I say man a van
Cause I rap with a slang
Should I call Orang utans
Orang utans?

I'm an average man, won't be Eminem
Even if I stack two Ms
But I'm a crazy fan, a proud Tamilan
Red dot like Japan
Won't forget my roots bro
I'll always be a Hindustan
Hindu Stan, get it
Minuteman mind, I set it
While I emit different
Tactics like I'm fucking Tactmatic
Then I let it flow in a boat while I row, ocean
Jamrockin' with this beat
Cooking up the potion
If rap was Methamphetamine
I better be studying chemistry
So I can end up being Walter White
Or maybe a poltergeist
Scaring these rappers alone at night
While they jerk off to a
Folder full of videos of older guys
Man hold the mic, y'all ain't even
My shoulder height

Speed up like a rabbit in a turtle race
Words like a bullet out of a
MAC ten in a murder case
And I guess Syze matter
Cause that's what she said
And I'm ballin' with my cash
What up BK