Follow Me
Chef Mal
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Step up in my kitchen You taketh the heat Stop it with yah bitchin Just packeth the leaves Im feelin on my Shakespeare I wieldin on my snake spear Make up on her face Now she got a face smear I put it in, geez I put it in, deep Bet against, me Back it up, beep I'm playin for, keeps I'm Crazy out my mind Don't give a f*ck bout you Build up my empire Make my fields green Started drinking booze When I was seventeen Had to put it down At age the twenty four I'm holdin on the key That will open any door It starts with hard work When you wake everyday The minute that you start Your ambition decay you keep on pushin Let em know your name Put the pin in the cushion I'm throwing up Maine Am I the only one Tryna make it to a stage Am I the only one Tryna make it with the fame Am I the only one Or am I the one to blame The effort that you're putting in, Is looking kinda lame How you expect to be famous, or ever get paid I'm a slave to this rap game, put it on my grave Made a deal with my demon, that I will never pray Listen to my words as you're smokin on the Mary J Go burn down the stack to find the needle in the hay You'll never get your dreams by sittin playin games Paint your own picture then go on build your own frame Switch the page, up in my book I'll never go back, I'll never go look But never forget, the time it has took To break from these bars And start laying them down To pace with these words And start spitting them out Calm the voice in my head By straight ripping up clouds If I'm putting it down Then I'm building it up I'll break down a pound And start rolling it up Now switch up my flow, I'm a man on a mission I'll never give up, I'll keep fighting for inches I'll slice up yah writtens, In a matter of minutes Have you stinkin an shittin, inside of yah britches keep hidden some switches, of lyrical disses F*ck the snitches get stitches, I'm slittin the wrists And cutting the ties, with you son of a bitches I know who is listening, by who is my critic I'm feeling, on fleek As I'm taking on the world I'm stacking up, G's Best believe that it plural I'm touching, on me As I'm peeling back the Dutch I'm alone on this road Best believe I lost touch Put the stone in my hand, and I'll turn it to sand I pull out my tongue, and I spray it with PAM To be slick with my words, I reach up my hands If I was touched by a god, best believe I'm god damned I'm filling with rage As I fill up this page Let me out my cage An I light up the sage Let me out the underground I'll light up the stage I've come a long way Since a minimum wage I wanna build a movement An solidify ties While your sitting back cruising I'm going ninety five Man I'm working my ass off To solidify mine While you're at home losing I'll work nine to two And That's just the mixes Then I'll work a two to nine While I'm cooking up dishes I'm thinking about rhymes I'm staying up late And waking up early Open up my eyes I start writing lyrics Follow me I am the leader At Tweetachai promote my features Bump my shit at your leisure At Tweetachai I'll fill the bleachers
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