Rap

Tie up your shoelace, you bout to race a time demon Got your fans grieving cause the competition not even It goes to show that on the microphone I'm league leading Got your team disbanded, niggas went back home to Mount Eden Home run every time I'm having fun Take a shot at your ribcage, then go for the lungs I am a menace represented ambidextrous essence Right hand strong, left hand stab you any second I kinda wish these niggas would finally learn they lesson Cause corpses is boring when I finish dissected Translation, you wasted the time you invested Just to lose it to a nigga who use lyrics as a weapon Can I get a number 5 since you changed professions? I bet you can't even do that to perfection You can't even cook at your number 8 section Re-up off a plug, blow the bag, 2 steppin' Ha, ha, ha, ha I write my sentence that would go over nigga heads You wrote your sentence in a song, that what prison said If rap was your bitch, I took some meds And got lick of said from this brown bucket chicken head Punish the rim, I'm soon to get an and 1 Punish the mic like a kid throwing tantrums Punish your girl, she's part of my fandom She told me that your bars smell like cow dung She told me my bars godly when the church sung Should've known from the drums and when the bells rung Rap suicide, I seen where your neck hung Air Jordans on, sticking out his tongue Call me a baby goat when it's said and done I stop traffic, got the have-it's looking like bums Kill the competition, try to wreck some havoc Don't just win, make them go out tragic Ha, ha, ha, ha You know what I like about this game? You know what I really like about it? Sometimes You can just switch it up Remember when I wrote when I was single digits Time has flown since then The only thing I could really relate to Is the words written with a pen I lived and lost, I wish I had it all Maybe it's my turn I'm just trapped in 4 walls, like a scene from Saw I wish they feel my burn Blocked expression, misinterpret depression So they say it really ain't good Well you gotta fight back, even yo shit wack Cause imagination is food Can't go hungry with the munchies In a hunched seat saying this is life When you sad on the inside and frown on the out Cause you can't express emotion right Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop Hip One day, I looked at André and Kanye And A$AP, put them on an entrée That time I still got my ass whipped So my side dish was Freddie and Jay-Z and Ghostface Around the time I was listening to Kendrick I was failing like my parents expected So I looked up to Badmon out in Brooklyn Cause the youth can change the projection When you use your voice and nobody caring Then you question everything you write Is it good? Is it bad? Man it's probably just ass So you think of the apple you bite Sometimes you gotta be your only fan Cause apples don't grow by themselves Be true to yourself if nobody gonna help Cause they always come back for wealth Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop (The greatest story always told) Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop