Adaptation - Satire Lyrics

Welcome to the newest age of the do-rag
Been way ahead of the game all the same
Watching you lag
Got two legs up
While the rest be trippin' on they shoe lace
No suitcase
Run through space
With a new state of mind
I mutate
No crunch times
No due dates
No punch lines came too late
The supah-villain you made
Comin to flip em like I'm two face
Dudes late to the show don't play
What I spit 'll leave em all a bit afraid
You aim for the fame
Yeah you crave lame
Still sippin' up on that kool-aid like
Ah

Live like I'm already retired
Get inspired by a shiv, give your whip a flat tire
Daps a bad liar, my penis is sapphire
Either that or you're a piece of satire
Live like I'm already retired
Get inspired by a shiv, give your whip a flat tire
Daps a bad liar, my penis is sapphire
Either that or you're a piece of satire

And in my world
I rehearse ideas in rhyme
In an alternate universe where all (Eye) Ideas survive

Couldn't keep your mind out the skies cuz
Every time I grab the micro I make eyebrows rise (high)
(Hi) I'm adaptation
Back in the basement
In fact still rappin' naked
Mackin on taken ladies like I'm attracted to their faces
Awe I offended your favourite tribe
No end to the lazy (eye)
(I) drank fake rye on stage
Made an old guy rage
And I'm catchin' shady vibes

Live like I'm already retired
Get inspired by a shiv, give your whip a flat tire
Daps a bad liar, my penis is sapphire
Either that or you're a piece of satire
Live like I'm already retired
Get inspired by a shiv, give your whip a flat tire
Daps a bad liar, my penis is sapphire
Either that or you're a piece of satire

Backpack, emo, gangster, mumble
Bring that boom bap trappy shuffle
Rap it, snap if dap is mocking
Sing that hook like steven hawking
Backpack, emo, gangster, mumble
Bring that boom bap trappy shuffle
Rap it, snap if dap is mocking
Sing that hook like steven hawking

Everybody wanna live inside a mansion
Everybody wanna buy the best fashion
And hate on the next mans dream when they fail at they're passion
Following a cult by Kanye "Manson"
And "rappers" these days always say "rappers these days"
Cuz these days ain't nobody wanna be praised for their creativity
I'm givin' it infinity

My working ethic's reminiscent of my wording methods
Wrecking my old records just to show I'm not a material meth head

My careers a mirage I'm thirsty
Scream to the gods reimburse me
Cuz whats hurts me isn't all the hate
It's the lies to my face when they say they're gonna be the next worthy
And I won't show mercy
Kirby-swallowed up all yo power
At the top of every hour
While I be rockin' a vodka sour
You copied another mans clout
And bought a shout out for some fame
Cameras out for my page
Cuz I wanna see your face
When I take your faulty towers
So I

Live like I'm already retired
Get inspired by a shiv, give your whip a flat tire
Daps a bad liar, my penis is sapphire
Either that or you're a piece of satire
Live like I'm already retired
Get inspired by a shiv, give your whip a flat tire
Daps a bad liar, my penis is sapphire
Either that or youre a piece of satire