P&Q - W E L C O M E Lyrics

Someone grab a mic 'cause I'm 'bout to gas
Red red rum going places no one ever has
Ride this elevator just to leave my past
Take it to the 13th floor I ain't coming back
Going after ice y'all are serpents put that diamond back
Chop these phonies down with my bloody ax
Go inside
Ride this elevator just to leave my past
Take it to the 13th floor I ain't coming back

Open your eyes
Give me some time
Just lemme speak because I'm dying to rhyme
Been a minute with Perspective but there's still some topics I needa get off my mind
Hooked on music you'd think I'm an addict
New beats does it sound more dramatic
Make the message clear you know I'm emphatic
Bass dropped like a bad habit
Apollo creed with the clap backs
Never really into snap backs
Always rocking to trap tracks
Tic tac fast raps lack cash
Jack Black playing black jack with a knapsack on his fat back
Did you catch that
Spitting nonsensicals
Think it's a spectical
Not really rap if you wanna get technical
Man this is difficult
Following up with another dark musical
Spit it so ridiculous
I Think I'm really digging this
You gotta be a pessimist to hate a Christian lyricist
Switch up the flow
You really don't know
Where my tounge will go
Turn on the show
And then make them to listen to the bells like I'm Allen Poe
WOO
Hate my message I can tell you're blinded by the livht
Ain't gonna get better you should probably just sit tight
This is the carnival
I am the cardinal
You are just sitting down eating your kernels
I'm giving orders just call me the colonel
Pick up a microphone turn off your telephone proving im lyrical no I'm not cynical

Someone grab a mic 'cause I'm 'bout to gas
Red red rum going places no one ever has
Ride this elevator just to leave my past
Take it to the 13th floor I ain't coming back
Going after ice y'all are serpents put that diamond back
Chop these phonies down with my bloody ax
Go inside
Ride this elevator just to leave my past
Take it to the 13th floor I ain't coming back
Someone grab a mic 'cause I'm 'bout to gas
Red red rum going places no one ever has
Ride this elevator just to leave my past
Take it to the 13th floor I ain't coming back

They say kill the Pastor
Bring the past up
Put in passion
Agressive-passive
Pass on practice
Pack a passage
Walking on a lake like placid
Showing that you're fake like plastic
Treat you like a hall I'm passing
Ball the music up and pass it
Rap fast lack cash mash gas
But you know that in a minute Imma kill it now
I'm spitting my religion while I'm dissing all these phoney rapping kids
And then I grab em like I'm fishing then I put em in detention
Then I close up all the doors
And then burn all of the floors
Sweat is dripping from the pores
'Cause I'm different than before
Had a baby
Got married
Not perfect
Born addict
What else you wanna know
Don't test me anymore
Wipe off the fake cats with acetone
Can't act factual
Oh you like my new raps bang your head against a padded wall
Blowing out my ears beat the drums till they're raw
Now bring the old beat back welcome to the first act

Someone grab a mic 'cause I'm 'bout to gas
Red red rum going places no one ever has
Ride this elevator just to leave my past
Take it to the 13th floor I ain't coming back
Going after ice y'all are serpents put that diamond back
Chop these phonies down with my bloody ax
Go inside
Ride this elevator just to leave my past
Take it to the 13th floor I ain't coming back
Someone grab a mic 'cause I'm 'bout to gas
Red red rum going places no one ever has
Ride this elevator just to leave my past
Take it to the 13th floor I ain't coming back