NPR (feat. Sid)

When I feel like
Lovin, dubbin, and bubbin
You got the head good
Come on
Yeah

Rap is law, and I'm passing the bar
All verses considered like I'm NPR
And we are killin 'em everyone I roll with
Gunning for the top spot the opposite of hopeless
My flow is the dopest of anyone in show biz
No more ritalin, I'm still so focused
So how'd I blow up so quick?
Because I got the type of rhymes that keep it crackin like a glow stick
I run through reds, like my name was Joe McCarthy
And everywhere I go I start the party
Hardly starving I'm an emcee cannibal
Can't stop spittin man I'm like a rabid animal
Oh, yes sir, I'm on the J-O-B
No intro homie, you already know me
The name is David Eff, and I just kick it from my head
Smooth like butter on bread
Come on

Yo, as the world spin up on it's axis
Imma let you see a little bit of true praxis
Gee, it feels surreal as real lines congeal
To make verses worth the approving seal
Can we, reminisce over breakfast
How our little crew grew bigger than Texas
I'm taking this exit, I'm feeling intrepid
Top tier on the frontier, fully invested
I don't need no record deal
To take it to the masses and pay my bills
With enough left over to travel all over
And grow the enterprise, like my name was Hova
With my four leaf clover I'm hedging my bets
To the four corners, we'll be taking a set
Expect our derrieres in your area
So be ready for the funk, I'm bewaring ya

And with regard to touching my booth dreams I'm Russian, Putin
Rushing, Usain, nuts man, who's sane
Pardon my stream of consciousness
Honestly being honest when I promise I'm a monster with
Three eyes third page of the preface
Rap be my women, my food, engaged to the breakfast
Reckless, lose change and a necklace
Converted to a Range and a Lexus
To flirting out in Spain with a dame named Alexis, vamanos
On the Tour de France, Lance admitted I was kinda dope
Like, Sid the man, man homie but you gotta know
That your bars be sorta hard to grasp, like shower soap
And Imma blow, don't believe me just watch homie
Flow indeed be timeless, no watch on me
Can't stop, won't 'til y'all sayin they the best
This is S-I-D baby, Davey, David Eff, come on!



Credits
Writer(s): Charlie Bethel, David Hawkins, David Peterson, Sidney Baptista
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