Boss Battle

Slam together twenty-four, turn it to my best song
Walk around my city feeling naked with no vest on
Rep no set, set examples if you press on
Walrus balls out cold if you guess wrong
Stand strong, I don't even put my hands up
Stand up straight like your plate been getting snatched up
Start swinging like he school yard pantsed ya
I ain't catching shit, like a fucking belly scratcher
To distract you, switch it into act two
Ain't some shit that you could study or relax to
Come to take over your city,
And your whole town clowning if you think we need to rap to do it
Pads are bruised but ain't the only thing that slaps
Who is Bon Mot? Just a slob tryna add to
The best collab since he and T converted jazz dude to see what rap do
And ain't ever been looking back
Soon, "Proper Channels" be a tat on all y'all ass
Meantime, need a feature? You can get one for the ask
Do it nicely and he lying, "have it overnight"
But catch him tryna start writing minutes before it's past due
Never seem to seen the theme is chronic like his grass do
"Honest" what his deadest homies loved about his raps
Knowing what they meant to him because they ever asked
Transparency the only goal he ever fucking smashed

Excuse me now, but if MC means "move the crowd"
Then hand me a Grammy dude cause I can be stupid and loud
I can slam beats and keep goofing around
With my man T producing unusual sounds
Yo I can lose myself in the groove
Make music with the sound of my shoes hitting the ground
Turn it up and let loose like Lucifers's hounds
Introducing something new for the clowns and stooges
But as crude as it sounds don't ever fear that
Yo I've got manners, but I'm not really a meerkat
I'm just a weird rapper, tryna make you cheer, clap
Think, shed a tear, laugh, or elevate your beer glass
Yeah I said it 10 years back
You can't see me I'm a needle in a spear stack
Catch me steady dropping gems through the earwax
Full blast, forging a clear path

I think I'm back on my "don't give a fuck what you think"
Running on E, skating on the brink
But I'm doing what I wanna so I gotta give thanks
And you know I'm going down with the ship until it sinks

Back on my "don't give a fuck what you think"
Running on E, skating on the brink
But I'm doing what I love so I gotta give thanks
Going down with the ship until it sinks

The script don't move without the Plot Device
Competition dropping like I'm swatting flies
Compromised, every system is in overdrive
Time to go and find places that you go and hide
No lie, one time for being done, right?
Gather what you can because we're running out of sunlight
One time, for running out of fun times
I keep waiting on the punchline
Wallfacer Plot Device, the fuck he planning?
If you guess it let him know, he don't have the answer
One hand holds a looking glass, the other on the canvas
The one steady ready for the other one to panic
Believe it, developed a bevy of new features
Settle debts with cheddar from peddling new features
Creature of the week vs. the weakest of all creatures
Rinse and repeat, and repeat until completed

Back on my "don't give a fuck what you think"
Running on E, skating on the brink
But I'm doing what I wanna so I gotta give thanks
And you know I'm going down with the ship until it sinks

Back on my "don't give a fuck what you think"
Running on E, skating on the brink
But I'm doing what I love so I gotta give thanks
Going down with the ship until it sinks