Verse 1:
This rap game had a bad change
It's sad that it turned to a beauty pageant..
Like, "who's the cutest rapper?
Who's got the newest fashion?
Who's the one with the coolest whip?"
N' not who's the one staying true to this
They only choose the ones who produce and prove to be lucrative
I've been damned for water but now I could drown in my flows
I have a plan to conquer
I have a wide receiver in my head set but I ain't running back until I touch down
Staying underground but above clouds, what's up now?
There's one line for these paper cuts but these punchlines look to be punched out!
Every crack of noon, I put the bap to the boom right after school
I get a platter full of unfactual, rapper snacks to snack a little
Back with riddles
Pa**ion of a Christ but I'm back for dinner
Sacramental
Bread and bu*ter, drink your cup of sins
Enjoy, it's your last supper, b**h!
I know I ain't the best, but you best know I don't play pretend
I gotta break the bank to make investments cause I gotta pay for bread
So from A-Z, I'm k**ing alphabets til I'm outta breath
I smoke a pound of sesh of my paperplanes
Indestructible cause we don't take no breaks
Hook (x2) :
I'm just an average dude, who puts the blast to the boom
A kid not giving a f** what matters to you
I'll be happy to prove, I put the blast to the boom
I'm an armed arsonist producing these cla**ical tunes
Verse 2:
I produce rap with the boom bap
They looking at me like "who's that?"
I shoot tracks, spit true facts to who's whack
A huge blast that nukes all these new cats
I'm rhyming/rhyme in but you seem to be out rhymed
You know it's about/a bout time when it comes to battles
You got holes aboard your floating boat n' I can leave you coasting sh**s creek without a paddle
I'm ripping this beat with this literacy, it's a written Pica**o
Demi Lovato the drug smuggler, she been going in like a MUFF HUGGER!
Boom to the bang blow!
You proving you fake, no?
Well, dude, you been choosing the peso, case closed
It takes straight brain to takes notes, but you so gay you ejaculate rainbows
Hands out..
I ain't steppin up to stand down
I came to pop a p**y to the co*ky b**hes, I can knock em out now that's a boxing finish
Ruin my day? I'm a weekender
Say what you say to make you sleep better
Speak the cheap talk, keep the peace off, you can sleep on me but I'm a dream catcher
Bring your pen to test me
I'm a grade-A-emcee
Most "F" the best beats
Step back!
Check the recipe
It's to bad the game had no referees
Cause it's now full of these money fiends, that talk about sittin' on tons of green
Well I have an appetite for snackin' mics, rapper appetizers n' I'm hung-r-yyyyyyyyyy!
Hook