get from round

uh

yessir

it's chris webby

2-0-3

where you at?

ha-ha

yeah

get from out of my vicinity

listen see

this is the dude who be flyer than a griffin

b

sippin' tea

gettin' my voice right to strike out willingly

ready for the game

already had my epiphany

now who could get rid of me

i show no sympathy

when i hit the track i make 'em jump like jiminy

cricket

and bitches be bewildered by my wizardry

and opponents be gettin' michael j fox jittery

can't tell if i'm dreaming

somebody start pinching me

how do i keep killing these critics with my similes

metaphors

i'm the megazord

y'all feeling me

i'll rap from now until you count to infinity

flower like mozart

conducting my symphony

holding down on stage with my main man timothy

simply a pot-head

i am the epitome

but i am who i am and nobody could reconfigure me

you think there was ten of me

the way i crush my enemies

a guaranteed recipe for disaster

come step to me

generally

you don't even know how potent the venom be

i'm handsome

young and in charge like john kennedy

there is no discrepancy

i'm illy with my weaponry

i got the front goin' at the theater

no one's ahead of me

i'm losin' it mentally

but flowing indelibly

so

who here could measure me 'cause you know who webby be

just know that webby be readily rolling up that heddy tree

smoking 'til i'm 70

get at me

and i'm spittin' it fatal

on demand like digital cable

make heads spin like a dreidel

i am able and mad nice

so bitch you better act right

'cause steppin' to me is like seeing clay aiken and shaq fight

hit 'em so hard that i knock 'em to their past life

even though i'm white enough to glow in front of black lights

that's right

i am the best you can't mess bro

nike kicks

wardrobe trashed from mark echo

let's go

blazing the shit

got haze in the spliff

bitch

i'm number one like i'm taking a piss

but i spit out number two 'cause what i say is the shit

bitch

i'm hungry in the game i need a table for six

there's no evasion from this

'cause i'm a leave them on the floor dead

'cause y'all are about as hard as an infant's forehead

i run this shit 'til i got sore legs

i need a stretch

hip hop chia pet

living off of weed and sex

line 'em all up

i'll knock 'em down

i can beat the best

now i need a breath

i need a rest

ha-ha

that's just how it is baby

it's bars all day

i just drop bars

whatever hobby

we goin' to the top

baby

yessir

get from round me

ha