Elephant (Radio Edit)

Mykel Hawk the rap master and I’m faster than your five G’s The talk is that ******** will splash like the high seas I’m barking with laughter and outlast any crises Really all that I’m after cash as far as the eye sees This is fun for me, I just play with the measure fluid Since my son told me I was the best to ever do it Hit the drum for me, I’m about that Boom Bap **** I’m never done homie; you should’ve assumed that **** These auto-tune rap kids are brutalizing my nerves You want a hot vocal, try utilizing your words Ya’ll wore that **** to the ground and if you lames really doubt it Then how is Pain still around but now he’s singing without it And those of you that been spouting that Hip-Hop has advanced Into trap, mumble rap and we just stuck in the past Can kiss the tuck of my *** and look for brand new excuses Why you suck at your craft and if you ask what the proof is My name is Mykel and I’m liable to go off like a shot I got a tight flow and I know I show it off quite a lot I’m a disciple with the vinyl scratching beating the box And all the tribal with the Krylon graphing heat on the blocks I’m going viral while they’re idle, high and fleeing the cops Hot on arrival earned the title of emcee cause I rock It’s the revival, let’s recycle the supply to the flocks It’s versatile and insightful when you fly with the Hawk I’m ruthless cause Dre and Eazy handed me Game The smoothness and steezy came from Big Daddy Kane And any time I’d feel stuck and getting blind with aggression I’d be reminded by Chuck that my own mind is a weapon Uncle Ricky told stories while I’d sit out on the stoop Skunk, sticky and forties when I slid out there with Snoop Little shorties around the way all yearned to talk your man out I got my game from Cool J and learned to knock a man out You can’t reverse engineer it, no way you can reproduce it I got verse in my spirit cause I was raised by this music Hit the stage with the fuse lit, set to aim at a few kids No names but you lames can wear them ***** if the shoes fit Ya’ll blew it, we passed you the keys to the Buick You took a handful of Xanax and crashed it into the sewage My verses blast like a nuke, your raps is more like a loose threat I make a splash in the booth, you just now getting your shoes wet My name is Mykel and I’m liable to go off like a shot I got a tight flow and I know I show it off quite a lot I’m a disciple with the vinyl scratching beating the box And all the tribal with the Krylon graphing heat on the blocks I’m going viral while they’re idle, high and fleeing the cops Hot on arrival earned the title of emcee cause I rock It’s the revival, let’s recycle the supply to the flocks It’s versatile and insightful when you fly with the Hawk I give a **** what you nerds say, I’m addressing the elephant Just cause you suck at your word play don’t make it any less relevant That’s like a bird with no wings saying flight’s overrated A guitar with no strings and you’re still trying to play it Man, I’m just going to say it and save your breath homie please You ain’t a chef if all you make is macaroni and cheese You ain’t a stand-up comedian cause you know two jokes A save the planet bohemian cause you don’t use soap But he thinks magic ingredients made the first rap he wrote Mad dope, he bought a beat off a cat that he knows He booked some time in the lab to put his rhyme on the track Played it over and over and kept rewinding it back And everyone that he showed was like yo, you’re gonna blow kid So, he posted the song and the **** just exploded And when the kids took his song and created a dance Some big wigs came along and paid him an advance Prearranged for the deal and from initial commitment He said I’m no longer Phil, ya’ll call me Yung Lil’ Infant Kiss my anus I’m famous, I got a river a cash He got a chain with his name and then got littered with tats Then just as fast as it came, he seen his flame be diminished People laughed at his name and made a meme with his image He sat back thinking on how it all happened so fast They liked the beat of his song but said his rapping was trash My name is Mykel and I’m liable to go off like a shot I got a tight flow and I know I show it off quite a lot I’m a disciple with the vinyl scratching beating the box And all the tribal with the Krylon graphing heat on the blocks I’m going viral while they’re idle, high and fleeing the cops Hot on arrival earned the title of emcee cause I rock It’s the revival, let’s recycle the supply to the flocks It’s versatile and insightful when you fly with the Hawk