Denver

Brizzi, you're crazy for this one

I've got many moons spent making music for the masses
Got my Masters, mastered mashing up the groove with fervent rap
It's a disaster watching Cabbage Patcher rappers chase their apples
And I'm passionately smashing party poopers on the capture

It's a rapture, B. Boyd, introducing Denver to the scene
I spit it clean
Your rap still sounds like it just came from the latrine
No, I'm not mean, I'm just honest and I'm saying what I'm seeing
I'm not lying, like my name is Washington

I'm meaning George
I'm seizing your ears, you're Weasley George
Sick of measly rappers stealing beats and chords
I'll eat your gourds

I know that free is all you can afford, but I'm seeking more
I'll steal the keys to the accord
I'm storming the castle

I'm more than a boring tassel
I tell a story and get it gory, tearing through your fascia
Sick of all of the hassle, I've got a wife to bedazzle
I've been anointed, B. Boyd
We're Denver's new vassals

Everybody talk smack now
Churn rap out from these whack towns
Say they're playing a packed house
Let's crack down
No time to back down
We'll smack down
Any who act out
Mile High is where it's at now

I've been working on my grind now
No more wasting all my time now
Because the future belongs to those who take it
Belongs to those who make it
Belongs to those who believe in themselves
And I'm almost there
And I love this feeling that I'm chasing
Yeah, this feeling that I'm chasing

OK yo got me feeling ready to tap out
Because every time now, I'm yelling man down
No tit for tat with the zany old cats
That preach opinion as facts
Who kick the best raps way back
"Oh wassup, golden era was a better!" Cap
Well, look at that
Another one hat, one trick pony with some records
That they really want to show me

I know homie, same speech from the last time we spoke
We covered this, how you thought back then was it
Though you skip the deep cuts and only listen to hits
Haven't spun a new joint since 2006

And ever since, you've been the same bag of tricks
Always, "Hey, I want to tell you something
Well, you don't get it, youngin'
You wasn't there to hear exactly what we was bumping"
I know I wasn't, and I never claimed I was
Can we please move on (yeah, yeah)
I mean, you're killing my buzz (Scellon in this oh)

Stupid boy, don't be a dummy
Keep it green in my pocket more than Colorado ever seen
Put it on trees, smoke it till my lungs bleed
Call the doctor, I am the disease

That's more than ill
Word is bond, being trill
Roll the block, keep it spinning like Asa Grills
Wide got me leaning to the side

Call me six four
Picking up bags, that's a 10-4
Born with scarlet letters, numerous of them
She coming with me, make them hips move

She show out every time
Now we working till the sun come up
I ain't never done
No, we working some

I've been working on my grind now
No more wasting all my time now
Cause the future belongs to those who take it
Belongs to those who make it

Belongs to those who believe in themselves (Wavy, check)
And I'm almost there (ay)
And I love this feeling that I'm chasing
Yeah, this feeling that I'm chasing (Wavy, Wavy, ay)

Been cooking like my ladle's in the stew
Ladles in the stew?
Homie, it get ate up in the stew
I be layed up in the stu'
I be late up in the stu'
And the way my music played
I get laid up in the stew
I'm in the stu' so much
Now they're paying me to move
The Stewart late night start like Letterman '82

Jack Wavy in the stu'
Let him in making moves
You make a million a minute
I make a million in two

Invest in myself
The press, they getting news
Smoke darts like I'm Albert Camus
Smart animal, out of the zoo

Always go too far
That's where you'll find the truth
(Dang, Wavy, where you been?)
I've been in Vegas with the A-list

Venetian and Bellagio, they got me on the playlist
I'm even in the Papadeaux
Lobster claws, cop a lot of those
Winning like the lotto goes

Veins are froze
Colder than a freon blast
I can see my vision clearly like it's beyond glass, spaz

You must have put your hands up, cause you hailed a Taxicab
Hold on to your fanny packs
I'm asking that you mask your manic madness
And be happy that you have the capacity to listen to lyrics

And absorb them like a Maxi Pad
While I unravel a master plan
I've had it with the rap scene
Being exclusively from New Orleans
Philly, Los Angeles, and New York City

Give me a break
The place is built around Hollywood and Broadway
Telling me that the rap is real
The industry is all fake

And you can thank Atlanta and Chicago for Kanye
Who's bringing back the Holocaust
And I've always been skeptical of Texas, Dallas, and San Antonio
I'll say, and as you know, I'd hate on San Francisco all day

I'm taking it back to the wild west
Where the winter's cold and the wind is fresh
And the elevation thins more blood than Aspirin does as medication
Pray for the laymen

Can't tell the capital apart from Union Station
Aim for Vail, true vacation
Denver's future's music making, uh

Out west in the great plains
Where great brains keep records spinning
Like we're playing with Beyblades
The mainstays and all the naysays
We waylay
Dropping these tracks from the highest elevated state

Out west in the great plains
Where great danes keep on barking
Like we're spraying with AKs
We painstakingly make way for our heydays
Coming through heavy and fast
Up on the track just like a freight train

Everybody talk smack now
Churn rap out from these whack towns
Say they're playing a packed house
Let's crack down
No time to back down
We'll smack down
Any who act out
Mile High is where it's at now

Everybody talk smack now
Churn rap out from these whack towns
Say they're playing a packed house
Let's crack down
No time to back down
We'll smack down
Any who act out
Mile High is where it's at now

This feeling that I'm chasing
That I'm chasing
Yeah, yeah
This feeling that I'm chasing