Two words... f*ck it!
Mic check, 1, 2, better know who ya hear
When I say "G-therz in da hous!" so smooth and clear
Creativity does not forget the root it stems from
Reverting back to the place that it grew with wisdom
But here and now, feeling weirded out, I don't know this phase
Ain't smiling, but ain't frowning, like I have a poker face
But since thirteen, I was Michael Jackson bad at this
And that's always how I been at with that rap shit
Cooking up good shit like a Breaking Bad meth lab
Yo I'm for real, so if ya got faking crap, step back
This ain't Star Wars, but behold, this force awakens
From the dormant stages, got you trembling, now the floor is shaking
You can easily see that you're seeing me relapse
Dagnabbit these bad habits got time frequently elapsed
Back at it again, but you might call it a rebirth
This is a reminder to y'all this is G-therz
Guess who's back man, guess who's back ho
Guess who's back bitch, guess who's back bro
I just rap though, 'cause it's all I know
The name Therz ho, it's my relapse yo
I hope that you know that there is no control
And I hope that you know that there is no control
Always keep it dope, can't f*ck with a pro
The name Therz yo, it's my relapse ho
I don't know what it is
But it's like I'm stuck in this habit of just spitting bars and bars
I know it's automatic but ehh I don't mind
But I'm changing up, speeding up
Question is: will you be keeping up?
Let me show ya bitches what the f*ck I do
And just so ya know when I bust right through
I'm rapping it rapid, back into habit
Motherf*cker out the gate with rhymes stuck like glue
No stopping it dog when I'm popping it off
I was born with music, can't take me out the element
Wild, intelligent, only at seventeen
Like a thing never seen, style so excellent
Ever since I was biking being seen on the street
Hot bitches pass by, get a beep from the Jeeps
So I pedal like an animal tryna win a race
In a different lane, couldn't compete with the weak
Like muscle memory, it's a different f*cking energy
I vibe when I ride to shit from the sick emcees
Got ya phones out when y'all notice me
Taking head shots like as if I was a Kennedy
But right from the underground, I didn't f*ck around
I'm just busting rounds like as if I got a full clip
Spitting out chopper style lyrical bullets
I just rock it wild, homie I'm on some bullshit
With rapping abilities, massive agility
I go with the flowing, I'm a poet in motion
Been pushing my limits of spitting
In rhythms the quickest and I'm showing devotion
Don't even have to try, it's a normal function
Part of my day to day, it sure is nothing
Can't put down my mic, even if I tried
But y'all acting like being dormant's something
Here's a glimpse of my life but ain't been the highlights
Even though the next step is unexpected
Flowing like blood in ya veins
Can't get enough of the game, now motherf*cker check it
Guess who's back man, guess who's back ho
Guess who's back bitch, guess who's back bro
I just rap though, 'cause it's all I know
The name Therz ho, it's my relapse yo
I hope that you know that there is no control
And I hope that you know that there is no control
Always keep it dope, can't f*ck with a pro
The name Therz yo, it's my relapse ho
So I guess Imma be just doing this for now
It's all good
I'll figure out something soon
Don't you worry