[Hook: MF Doom]
It's the beat, he hear it in his sleep sometimes
It's the beat, he hear it in his sleep sometimes
Blare it in your jeep so your peoples can stare at the rhymes
It's the beat, not your everyday hologram
[Verse 1: Zachary Wolves]
Everytime I smoke I reach Nirvana
I put peddle to floor, bout to put this pen to your mental
Like Cobain with the double barrel (gunshot)
These rappers shotty, and I got your girl sitting shotgun
She gives me pump action while I grip the handle
I'd never sell out myself for the profit
I just sit in my room writing my concepts
Trying to change my life for the better
Cop my dad a 'Vette and pay off his debt with the cheddar
I want the fettuccine with the five cheese
Money in my pockets stain my Levi jeans
Hit the gra** stains with the bleach, now they look like congress
So f**ed up, got my questioning my confidence
Soon I'll have the villa with the stained windows
'Cedes AMG, pull him in the new bimmer
Lambos and Ferrari's, like Lenos garage
Fast cars are filling up the parking lot
Just leave one for the Bugatti I reserved that spot, chea
[Hook 2: MF Doom]
[Verse 2: Zachary Wolves]
Off in the distance I see my dreams of the fame
Looking up at the sky, watching the pigeons and planes
I try not to wonder why, if the pigs feel the pain
When I pick up the pen all my enemies afraid
I'll never fire unless fired upon, rules of engagement
And if they remained through the fire it must of rained on occasion
Because if y'all diss me, expect me not to get jaded
Because if y'all miss me, just know that I'm patient
We move silent in cars that you would least expect to places
They try to anticipate my movements but are always too late
(Gun loading)
Never correct, staying true to a movement, and I'm bringing the depth
I used to rap in the basement, now my lyrics complex
Leaving the people impressed like indentation
And y'all are just followers that infected the Matrix
I don't need anybody to tell me how to flex, or what to do next
Step in my box homie and you're sure to get checked
Just wanna get my family wealthy, like Thomas Shelby
Peak me at the wrong time, leave you blinder than Hellen
I spit rhymes for the truth man, but I'm getting tired
These polititions taking bribes, fueling the liars
When I go live it'll blow your top off, Budd Dwyer
(Gunshot)
[Outro: MF Doom]
It's the beat, not your everyday hologram
It's the beat, not your everyday hologram
It's the beat, not your everyday hologram
Even when ribs was touchin' never swallowed the ham
He'd rather eat a sand sandwich salad
It might need salt like your man's bland ballad
A lot of stuff happens that the news won't tell yous
Blues on L juice
Snooze, all hell loose
Rake it
Take it like the good, the bad, the ugly
Break it, rollin' through ya hood in the caddy buggy
bu*ter softly, leather flossy, fatty juggy
Always threw me off when she told me "Daddy funk me"