yeah
uh
i'm rollin' up
steady blazin' good
with more bars than an irish neighborhood
you wanna step
i wouldn't say you should
so homie
step aside
i got 'em petrified
i run circles around rappers for exercise
i got the best supplies
puff puff passin' it
rappin' it immaculate
on point
accurate
passionate
every last technique i mastered it
so i'm ready for war
montagues and capulets
but this ain't shakespeare
i've been rappin' for more than eight years
eleven in fact
homie so stay clear
these new rappers think they can see me with a sentence
so i call 'em out
like a teacher doin' attendance
i'm nobody's apprentice
i learned it all from practice
i knew in sixth grade that i be following this rap shit
and back then webby killed it with rhyme
givin' listeners goosebumps like i'm r. l. stein
grind!
so strong on the mic
armed for a fight
never seen somebody go this fuckin' hard in ya life
you see i used to bag o's like general mills
now i'm on a paper chase for those federal bills
cop kush in large quantity
never seen me buy a gram
hard body like downey jr. in iron man
i'm a war machine
smoother than aquaform
killin' 'em like aries
i'm the god of war
got some gabogool macaroni meatball
italiano's on the mic until the beat stalls
i make 'em freefall
don't need a parachute
i'm goin' in with a suit of armor and a pair of boots
i'm no bear jew but webby will scare you
every ligament i'm gonna tear you
there you
go
try to outdo me
how dare yo
i blow 'em out like a jersey shore hairdo
i spit it dope of course
let me hold the torch
enough power inside me to battle voldemort
so strong on the mic
armed for a fight
never seen somebody go this fuckin' hard in ya life
i'm high up in the clouds and i'm hidin' in the nasa spacecraft
with a pint of gin
product of my environment
writin' with the eye of the tiger and i've been rhyming since
well
before my first flintstone vitamin
leave you lying in a bloody mess like tiny tim
legs dangling like snapped strings on a violin
tatted like iverson
klonopin's collidin' in
my stomach full of jd
vicodin and heineken
king of pop
i caught his rifle
mj is frightening
so beat it
or get jacked son
don't make me bring michael in
fucked up
i might have been
shut up
you're lighter than a lighter
i sound like a muscle car idling
fucking nasty
raspy as ras kass combined with cannabis
mixed with white trash and hasheesh
a dog like lassie
the type to fuck mary kate
raw in the ass and pass the camera to ashley
so strong on the mic
armed for a fight
never seen somebody go this fuckin' hard in ya life