Two PM

Everywhere you look, everything is in the news these days Everything! It's in the news, it's in the news I'm so sick and tired of hearing about the news Newsflash, come fast, come figure it out I silence all the competition with a jab to the mouth We ride too smooth, girl tryna be my spouse We like who you? I ain't ever seen you around You can't ride with us, already HOV Like we Jay Z, on ninety-five to eighty-three You can't be me, you tryin' and it's obvious to everyone You bootleg ivX's act hysterical compared to one Who rests above it I keep improving music now you can't get enough of it I never do it for statistics but there's no discussion A thousand streams under a month my boy you gotta love it Gotta love it I feel like I'm Jardani Jovanovich way I Kill all the bars I written They gotta acknowledge it Dominated the dominant Kinda feel like I'm better than rappers toppin' the charts 'Cause while you driving up your sales I been perfecting my art I don't like to talk a lot, me and all my homies gettin' I might have to take you down I don't like to talk a lot, me and all my homies gettin' I might have to take you 'round town with the windows down Music blarin' 'til we're hard of hearing's how we go around Newsflash, broadcast, hear it miles around The people say they love T(I)empo it ain't even come out Keep up the hype I wanna see some people lose their minds When people realize that ivX Can create some music for anytime Of the day, any mood, cause man I felt 'em all I wrote a couple bangers, recorded em and I yelled 'em all You whispering your lyrics so your mama can sleep My mommas banging her head when I'm in my room banging beats and I made all a' these Had a guy on Twitter tryna beef with me, (Huh) please Your discography's emptier than your pockets You talkin' trash need to watch it Cause you don't wanna mess around and kick a hornet's nest When I record of course it's death I'm unbothered by empty words, gotta back it up I kick back and I laugh at the thought you mad at us Throw uppercuts to the chin 'til the fakes have had enough I don't like to talk a lot, me and all my homies gettin' I might have to take you down I don't like to talk a lot, me and all my homies gettin' I might have to take you 'round town with the windows down Music blarin' 'til we're hard of hearing's how we go around The morning view is beautiful like album cover Incubus The dew on all the leaves will glisten while the birdies sing to us Waking up at six am but really I just never slept Gassing up my motor like an engine quirk in both my legs Now I'm dashing faster than peregrine in a nosedive Chasing after clouds but my passion is in my hard drive The keys to my future are 88 black and white And the only pad I crash in says MPC on the right side So maybe I'm a hopeless romantic chasing the stars in space Maybe I'm a star myself descended to the earth to save The subjects of the Father on the planet only he creates And makes the fate of humankind align to his reality But actually, I'm just a kid with glossy eyes and empty tears Empty glasses echo sadness in a room for all to hear Respect the craft but never let respect become a hidden fear Just revel in the magnitude and majesty I don't like to talk a lot, me and all my homies gettin' I might have to take you down I don't like to talk a lot, me and all my homies gettin' I might have to take you 'round town with the windows down Music blarin' 'til we're hard of hearing's how we go around I don't like to talk a lot, me and all my homies gettin' I might have to take you down I don't like to talk a lot, me and all my homies gettin' I might have to take you 'round town with the windows down Music blarin' 'til we're hard of hearing's how we go around