Head Bop Beats Bang

I make your head bop, like a beat box on street tops My very own response to my very own Detox No copy like a Xerox, cocky like a Peacock Sloppy with a screenshot, I run it like I'm Reebok Bossin it like Steve Jobs, hauntin like a tear drop Flauntin it like we're hot, cautioned like career cops Launching like a spear shot, straight into your ear boss Now you're stepping down just like fucking King Lear does This is not my usual, its strictly for mo buachaill Fighting uphill struggles like his own Carrauntoohill Red or the blue pill, wake up with a new skill Wipe the negativity like its a fuckin glue spill Pick yourself up, crank the beats up, drink the beers up Give your fears up, give a cheers up Sip a cognac, picture yourself like a Kodak And never ever ever be your own fuckin throwback I'm dangerous like Carol fuckin Baskin if you're askin And I don't give a shit if you know it, I'm not maskin I'm snappin and snatchin, bashin and slappin Blastin and bangin, rappin and rantin, rappers I'm hangin I'm smashin up, all of your, pre-conceived perceptions Cashin in, on my, new unleashed direction Stacking up, all my, new released perfection Rack it up, oh my, aint this shit perplexing I'm turning up the heat like an australian bushfire I'm burning up the street no sleep, takin it much higher Bangin product out like I'm a kingpin in The Wire While you're on the internet, pretending to be a fighter Right here to the bitter end, grounded like I'm Easyjet Trying to put me down like its a final trip to the supervet Trying to get, in your head, addictive like a cigarette Trying to catch my vibe but cant cos you got your fingers spread