Rap Bender

Uh, yeah, motherfucking
Feel like I'm motherfucking airbending in this bitch, I'm motherfucking rap bending, you Know
I'm a motherfucking rap avatar, yeah
Uh, the rap bender, who you know better, there's no contender

Your favorite rapper shopping for bars and I'm the vendor
Never lettin' the hate hinder my vision of being great
The skill to kill the opposition dwell in my DNA
Wait, I'm knocking off all the fakes

Speeding straight to the money like someone cut out the brakes
Taking heads off of snakes, murderin' eight hundred and eights
I'm feeling like Kanyezzy back in two thousand and eight
Or Lil Wayne in zero five, the carter two on my mind

Man, I told you niggas, I'm the best rapper alive
Open your eyes, I'm manifesting all of these things
I feel inside with triple four on my chest, my soul forever shine
And you can find me in that dirty South Dojo sippin' purple sake

Swerving through the lanes, got the slab judo kicking
Pull up, pop trunk and make your hoe come up Missing
My dick is like a katana, the way it cut through these bitches
Call me OG, Papi DK, the long-haired sensei

Make them double back through these verses like what did he say
Yeah, a dragon in the booth, I take your ass to School
On any type of track you wanna do from rock to country too
And this that shit you let your nuts hang to

Move to the rhythm while the beat pertains to
Blind your senses and start your mission
Sleeper agent for this hip-hop expedition
We gon' kick real shit like the true MCs do

Get up out your seat and let the music free you
Bring you to a new plane, fourth dimension
The show is just gettin' started, you ain't gon' wanna miss it
Uh, yeah, you ain't gon' wanna miss it

This for all my hipsters and lyrical analytics, finna give ya
Taste of what I been chefing in the kitchen
The dragon is out the dungeon and fire is what I'm spitting
The magic of this magician make your head disappear

Protect your fucking neck like the Wu in your ear
I am nothing to fuck with, these bars, they come quick
MacGyver when it come, to keeping the party lit
You rhyme, but I spit, the realest in this shit

The untouchable icon, you niggas can't fuck with, for real
I make your bitch drop it like it's hot, like I'm for real
Man, I'm just tryna get these people somethin' that they could feel



Credits
Writer(s): Donai Kelly
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