Won't Wait

They rap to a script
Like packing a mash and a blick
And then slashing a prick
Man, I'm just doing my shit
Trying to earn my way
Trying to tax my bit like
Let me pack this blunt
I ain't need to shank no cunt over drama
You're just a runt
I ain't even begun
And I've already won

Yeah
I'm tired of this
Aye, yeah

I'm tired of this 'cause I'm writing higher than childish viruses
Rhymes so piss it makes me put knives through my irises
I fried your shit and I hired a cyclist stylist
'Cause you better be biking to try and tie in with the styles that I'm cycling
And now your spiraling, minds rioting
Now your rhymes are recycling
Is it frightening or inspiring the way that nobody can rival it
Tribal idol reviving disciples with a mind right from a fire pit
You a fetal fecal matter, moving even weaker than a
Dude who's got a tiny bladder, him and you, I've seen the latter
You can't even climb the ladder, you just sit behind the chatter
Never seen a line go flatter, never seen a
Flows to the whole cones and snow for the nose hose, them
Foes never throw stones, they'll decompose where the weed grows
Those street hoes never see homes, they wreck them with them cheap blows
Get balls like Rodrigo and then they dip like a torpedo (uh)
Look, you're whack as ever, I go spaz on acapellas
Call a wrap and rack a gram if man is spamming crack a fella
I'll rain down so hard, might need an umbrella
If I told the truth, I'm too sick in the booth like salmonella
Wise like Mandela, you know I stay smart
I be playing different while you're racking shit from Kmart
All these rappers came from Fake Mart, that's your trademark
Flowing with the beat is feeling free, I'm talking brave heart
I won't wait, never, I don't break, don't show late
Throw paper up in the air, don't care, it's low change
No hate coming up, no way, there's no weight
Weighing me down, no chance, nah, I flow straight

Won't wait, never, I don't break, don't show late
Throw paper up in the air, don't care, it's low change
No hate coming up, no way, there's no weight
Weighing me down, no chance, nah, I flow straight

A mother fucking microphone slapper
Level mil' beat attacker
I be real with a capper and we seal
All the bags scabs deal with the tags
Man plans to slam grams, cans and blow trans in a
Slammed tan cambered hammered Nissan cab
Drags of capstan catch a rich man in the
Back of a blacked-out van, understand that a
Grand ain't shit if you're pissing in a pan, catch the wordplay
Heard a verse, I heard the verse traverse and then disperse
The first words coerce a first taste
In their mind, I find a fein for rhymes
Combine then intertwine a line like in the first place
Real lyricists resist the shitty piss-weak attempts of MCs that gotta bird brain like
"I'm on the block, I got my glock"
Well, shut the fuck up, the only thing that you're shooting is a sperm waste
Yeah, I spit it with a bit of grace in the middle of a little place
I crippled the race
While you're doing jack, I'm moving on them, choosing stacks
You're losing all them, so I'm calling you a stupid rat
Speaking with the truth, ignite the booth and light the zoot and
You could catch me fighting Zeus
So I could light a pipe with Snoop
'Cause like a lighter, I ignite a tune 'cause I'm a writer
Riding high, a grinder
You could never find a better suit
Pass the grass to us, alas, the task is smoke until we pass
Where's the glass? I want a chance
To pull inside the brass and fast
So many syllables visible, it's admissible, never killable
But the flows are always switchable
Big style like a canyon 'cause I'm banging like a cannon
Brother, you cannot examine flows are floating like
Aladdin and a genie
But I prefer the bikini on her, drinking a martini
Money dipping like Houdini, I won't wait, never, I don't break, don't show late
Throw paper up in the air, don't care, it's low change
No hate coming up, no way, there's no weight
Weighing me down, no chance, nah, I flow straight

Won't wait, never, I don't break, don't show late
Throw paper up in the air, don't care, it's low change
No hate coming up, no way, there's no weight
Weighing me down, no chance, nah, I flow straight