Yeah
What what what what what what what what (Yeah yeah)
Yo (Yeah)
Yo
I come out the gate faster than a first class passenger
Y'all have to wait, I'm coachin' y'all half-ass rappers
Assassinate the cockpit and I'm profitable like Mohamed
Up off of the dome from some hot head, hop out my hospital bed
And I fall right back in the pocket like loose change
We rockin', I'm a bomber (Obama) like Barack to the Hussein
On top of ya food chain
The POP to KA-POOF, BANG
The one dude crew, mayne
Homie, I'm the Wu Tang Bruce Wayne
Yeah
The Harlem cat burglar
The darlin' mass murderer
The artifact perjurer
The one square circle jerk
The White Urkel brother (did I do that?)
You bumpin' that Rick & Morty? I'm sonnin' you like Gazerpazerp (Aw, geeze)
Flow goin' berserk berserk
I swim deep in the earth's dark where sharks sleep and the serpents lurk
Got em chirpin' like "A turkajerb! A herk a derk!"
Like y'all was eatin' some herbs and purp
Twistin' words like a purple nerp
Aight cousin (What?)
Ain't no denyin' that you got more stories than a skyscraper (Oh)
I get to gushin' - like a geyser
F*ck the critics - I don't need a vibe rater (vibrator) when I get to buzzin'
When you rhyme in cyphers it's like a dime a dozen
Yo Knice, bro, how's my introduction?
We go hand in hand like Trump and vagina cuppin'
Yo, times are rough and you don't got the Midas touch
I couldn't pick your flow from a line-up
More than just kinda suckin'
You couldn't cobble lines if you was MacGyver and stones were rhymes
You might wanna hire someone to think of a line or somethin' or float designs
I'm blowin spines up outta chosen dimes
Your style is froze in time
You'd have no chance (chants) if you was an actual monk singin'
"How could a passive punk wit a passionate upbringin' be such a savage?" you might be askin'
Well uh, thing is I been spittin' since ya mama was packin' ya lunch
Chumps in the back of the bus slingin' and passin' the blunt, rappin'
I heard what they was bumpin', I jumped in and snapped
How I'm attackin' the track you'd think I was actually drunk, swingin'
The fact is I'm up, zingin' and zaggin'
So what? Bring it, unh
Bring it up, bring it up
Any topic bro, we can bring it up
In a blink I am toppin' anything you're thinkin' up
And if you ain't got bars, homie we ain't linkin' up
Nah
Yeah
Bring it up, bring it up
Any topic bro, we can bring it up
In a blink I am toppin' anything you're thinkin' up
And if you ain't got bars, homie we ain't linkin' up
Nah
So give ya buddy a light
I'm a monster with the ink (inc.) - y'all always Sully the mic (Mike)
Not a joiner (Joyner) but I'm waiting on my Tully invite
Hit my boy and ima leave you in the gully tonight
Sickness brewed, bitch tit 'tude
Rich kid Jew in a rip shit mood
Like Andy Bernard, pissin' you off is (office) what I rit-dit-doo
So get this thru, your big thick noodle
You couldn't get a grip wit a witch's broom
Don't misconstrue or twist it dude
My bitch is badder (batter) - you couldn't lick the spoon
You can suck my dick until the tip is blockin' up the top of your esophagus
I'm rockin' this
I keep my spirit locked in a sarcophagus - it ain't just conviction
I'll fill your head with more tumors (tombers) than the ancient Egyptians
Listen (BARZ)
I been waitin' patiently and silently
It's time for me to take the game abrasively and violently
Voraciously, entirely
And frankly B, I'm tired of the fakeness and the bribery
The sameness and the rivalry
So I keep on pokin' and jabbin' 'em even when I see em mopin', unravelin'
Copin' and grievin' and hopin' I'll leave 'em alone cuz I'm draggin' em
Go into battle, I'm stormin' the capital
Throwin' a javelin, heavin' it over the moat to the castle with rope and a grapple
It goes smithereens and I blow it to gravel (Wooo!)
Wit' no thought to relent
Like a snake up in ya shelter got a toxic intent
Opps doubtin' my hotness - you can stop and repent
If my song sounded like yours I wouldn't drop it for lent
Unh
Bring it up, bring it up
Any topic bro, we can bring it up
In a blink I am toppin' anything you're thinkin' up
And if you ain't got bars, homie we ain't linkin' up
Nah
Yeah
Bring it up, bring it up
Any topic bro, we can bring it up
In a blink I am toppin' anything you're thinkin' up
And if you ain't got bars, homie we ain't linkin' up
Nah
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Yeah
What what what what what what what what (Yeah yeah)
Yo (Yeah)
Yo
I come out the gate faster than a first class passenger
Y'all have to wait, I'm coachin' y'all half-ass rappers
Assassinate the cockpit and I'm profitable like Mohamed
Up off of the dome from some hot head, hop out my hospital bed
And I fall right back in the pocket like loose change
We rockin', I'm a bomber (Obama) like Barack to the Hussein
On top of ya food chain
The POP to KA-POOF, BANG
The one dude crew, mayne
Homie, I'm the Wu Tang Bruce Wayne
Yeah
The Harlem cat burglar
The darlin' mass murderer
The artifact perjurer
The one square circle jerk
The White Urkel brother (did I do that?)
You bumpin' that Rick & Morty? I'm sonnin' you like Gazerpazerp (Aw, geeze)
Flow goin' berserk berserk
I swim deep in the earth's dark where sharks sleep and the serpents lurk
Got em chirpin' like "A turkajerb! A herk a derk!"
Like y'all was eatin' some herbs and purp
Twistin' words like a purple nerp
Aight cousin (What?)
Ain't no denyin' that you got more stories than a skyscraper (Oh)
I get to gushin' - like a geyser
F*ck the critics - I don't need a vibe rater (vibrator) when I get to buzzin'
When you rhyme in cyphers it's like a dime a dozen
Yo Knice, bro, how's my introduction?
We go hand in hand like Trump and vagina cuppin'
Yo, times are rough and you don't got the Midas touch
I couldn't pick your flow from a line-up
More than just kinda suckin'
You couldn't cobble lines if you was MacGyver and stones were rhymes
You might wanna hire someone to think of a line or somethin' or float designs
I'm blowin spines up outta chosen dimes
Your style is froze in time
You'd have no chance (chants) if you was an actual monk singin'
"How could a passive punk wit a passionate upbringin' be such a savage?" you might be askin'
Well uh, thing is I been spittin' since ya mama was packin' ya lunch
Chumps in the back of the bus slingin' and passin' the blunt, rappin'
I heard what they was bumpin', I jumped in and snapped
How I'm attackin' the track you'd think I was actually drunk, swingin'
The fact is I'm up, zingin' and zaggin'
So what? Bring it, unh
Bring it up, bring it up
Any topic bro, we can bring it up
In a blink I am toppin' anything you're thinkin' up
And if you ain't got bars, homie we ain't linkin' up
Nah
Yeah
Bring it up, bring it up
Any topic bro, we can bring it up
In a blink I am toppin' anything you're thinkin' up
And if you ain't got bars, homie we ain't linkin' up
Nah
So give ya buddy a light
I'm a monster with the ink (inc.) - y'all always Sully the mic (Mike)
Not a joiner (Joyner) but I'm waiting on my Tully invite
Hit my boy and ima leave you in the gully tonight
Sickness brewed, bitch tit 'tude
Rich kid Jew in a rip shit mood
Like Andy Bernard, pissin' you off is (office) what I rit-dit-doo
So get this thru, your big thick noodle
You couldn't get a grip wit a witch's broom
Don't misconstrue or twist it dude
My bitch is badder (batter) - you couldn't lick the spoon
You can suck my dick until the tip is blockin' up the top of your esophagus
I'm rockin' this
I keep my spirit locked in a sarcophagus - it ain't just conviction
I'll fill your head with more tumors (tombers) than the ancient Egyptians
Listen (BARZ)
I been waitin' patiently and silently
It's time for me to take the game abrasively and violently
Voraciously, entirely
And frankly B, I'm tired of the fakeness and the bribery
The sameness and the rivalry
So I keep on pokin' and jabbin' 'em even when I see em mopin', unravelin'
Copin' and grievin' and hopin' I'll leave 'em alone cuz I'm draggin' em
Go into battle, I'm stormin' the capital
Throwin' a javelin, heavin' it over the moat to the castle with rope and a grapple
It goes smithereens and I blow it to gravel (Wooo!)
Wit' no thought to relent
Like a snake up in ya shelter got a toxic intent
Opps doubtin' my hotness - you can stop and repent
If my song sounded like yours I wouldn't drop it for lent
Unh
Bring it up, bring it up
Any topic bro, we can bring it up
In a blink I am toppin' anything you're thinkin' up
And if you ain't got bars, homie we ain't linkin' up
Nah
Yeah
Bring it up, bring it up
Any topic bro, we can bring it up
In a blink I am toppin' anything you're thinkin' up
And if you ain't got bars, homie we ain't linkin' up
Nah
What what what what what what what what (Yeah yeah)
Yo (Yeah)
Yo
I come out the gate faster than a first class passenger
Y'all have to wait, I'm coachin' y'all half-ass rappers
Assassinate the cockpit and I'm profitable like Mohamed
Up off of the dome from some hot head, hop out my hospital bed
And I fall right back in the pocket like loose change
We rockin', I'm a bomber (Obama) like Barack to the Hussein
On top of ya food chain
The POP to KA-POOF, BANG
The one dude crew, mayne
Homie, I'm the Wu Tang Bruce Wayne
Yeah
The Harlem cat burglar
The darlin' mass murderer
The artifact perjurer
The one square circle jerk
The White Urkel brother (did I do that?)
You bumpin' that Rick & Morty? I'm sonnin' you like Gazerpazerp (Aw, geeze)
Flow goin' berserk berserk
I swim deep in the earth's dark where sharks sleep and the serpents lurk
Got em chirpin' like "A turkajerb! A herk a derk!"
Like y'all was eatin' some herbs and purp
Twistin' words like a purple nerp
Aight cousin (What?)
Ain't no denyin' that you got more stories than a skyscraper (Oh)
I get to gushin' - like a geyser
F*ck the critics - I don't need a vibe rater (vibrator) when I get to buzzin'
When you rhyme in cyphers it's like a dime a dozen
Yo Knice, bro, how's my introduction?
We go hand in hand like Trump and vagina cuppin'
Yo, times are rough and you don't got the Midas touch
I couldn't pick your flow from a line-up
More than just kinda suckin'
You couldn't cobble lines if you was MacGyver and stones were rhymes
You might wanna hire someone to think of a line or somethin' or float designs
I'm blowin spines up outta chosen dimes
Your style is froze in time
You'd have no chance (chants) if you was an actual monk singin'
"How could a passive punk wit a passionate upbringin' be such a savage?" you might be askin'
Well uh, thing is I been spittin' since ya mama was packin' ya lunch
Chumps in the back of the bus slingin' and passin' the blunt, rappin'
I heard what they was bumpin', I jumped in and snapped
How I'm attackin' the track you'd think I was actually drunk, swingin'
The fact is I'm up, zingin' and zaggin'
So what? Bring it, unh
Bring it up, bring it up
Any topic bro, we can bring it up
In a blink I am toppin' anything you're thinkin' up
And if you ain't got bars, homie we ain't linkin' up
Nah
Yeah
Bring it up, bring it up
Any topic bro, we can bring it up
In a blink I am toppin' anything you're thinkin' up
And if you ain't got bars, homie we ain't linkin' up
Nah
So give ya buddy a light
I'm a monster with the ink (inc.) - y'all always Sully the mic (Mike)
Not a joiner (Joyner) but I'm waiting on my Tully invite
Hit my boy and ima leave you in the gully tonight
Sickness brewed, bitch tit 'tude
Rich kid Jew in a rip shit mood
Like Andy Bernard, pissin' you off is (office) what I rit-dit-doo
So get this thru, your big thick noodle
You couldn't get a grip wit a witch's broom
Don't misconstrue or twist it dude
My bitch is badder (batter) - you couldn't lick the spoon
You can suck my dick until the tip is blockin' up the top of your esophagus
I'm rockin' this
I keep my spirit locked in a sarcophagus - it ain't just conviction
I'll fill your head with more tumors (tombers) than the ancient Egyptians
Listen (BARZ)
I been waitin' patiently and silently
It's time for me to take the game abrasively and violently
Voraciously, entirely
And frankly B, I'm tired of the fakeness and the bribery
The sameness and the rivalry
So I keep on pokin' and jabbin' 'em even when I see em mopin', unravelin'
Copin' and grievin' and hopin' I'll leave 'em alone cuz I'm draggin' em
Go into battle, I'm stormin' the capital
Throwin' a javelin, heavin' it over the moat to the castle with rope and a grapple
It goes smithereens and I blow it to gravel (Wooo!)
Wit' no thought to relent
Like a snake up in ya shelter got a toxic intent
Opps doubtin' my hotness - you can stop and repent
If my song sounded like yours I wouldn't drop it for lent
Unh
Bring it up, bring it up
Any topic bro, we can bring it up
In a blink I am toppin' anything you're thinkin' up
And if you ain't got bars, homie we ain't linkin' up
Nah
Yeah
Bring it up, bring it up
Any topic bro, we can bring it up
In a blink I am toppin' anything you're thinkin' up
And if you ain't got bars, homie we ain't linkin' up
Nah
Writer: William Corbett
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid