BURNTmd - Awake lyrics

[Tame One] Maybe I should try to sell more records than Lady Gaga To be the high god on the iPod that I got You think not, I'm so sure Cuz I got more pull than coke straw What else you think is cracking like jokes for Spit like a broken jaw, here to Arkansas Wit darts galore, so my parts are raw, beef wit carnivores Mastered the art of war, blasted off the wall f** a back and forth, acting soft, what you rapping for Pa** it off, my tracks sold past gold a**hole, hot as Tabasco I rock international with props like the magic show Rabbit in the hat stab it in the back with a hatchet Bring it back to life afterwards, so you clap b**h Applause from what I record, standing ovate for what I plan to make Puff a 10 gram bag up in your face And if not, why not? My whole squad is Def like Sy Scott White hot like I was cyclops eye drops To get the red out I'll put your head out like your dick's on fire Rolling through bricks on sticks like the Flintstone tires Yabba dabba f** a rapper like a groupie Don't try to stoop me I'm genuine like Gucci, raw like sushi [Burnt MD] See you wanna be who you are The ground when I came in on my feet I'm starving Wanna fill my f**ing stomach up Eat a beat until my mother comes Back in the womb where I'm coming from And a doctor with a son that's drumming See the other side a the wonderland Do the space time funnel dance Shift at light speed Drift off the galaxy and I'm coming fast wanna love at last All the pain in my veins when I cum it's the breath of life and d**h in a one night stand in the alley in the back a club don't wanna be the daddy of a baby if I don't pull out I'm crazy …n I'm craaaaazy Yeah And I got a gun Powww And I am a sun Wanna look up at the sky Wanna see me coming out when you feel the heat Wonda why? It's how I love [LoDeck] I can't be faded like Snoop said on chronic, nah, Dre did Still rolling through towns with eyes shaded Keep the 3rd one elevated, scoping fatal flaws on fools daily Greatly debated, my footprint left a mark on this State of vocal powers jabbing in all directions Like a Buddhist goddess on ca**ettes A slice of this thing of ours Stay preserved for scholars Like a statuette, my street IQ is of a major runner But the fact I keep it 90's mindset in this futurama No "pop up video" with young Madonna I bring the seminar of sk** nirvana Turning suburban galas into Syriana, Freedom monger To feed the hunger of a freak persona All the sonic drama you'd think Shawn Kemp slam dunked your mama If you got sk**s they're looking at you like a Unibomber It's time for renaissance, Leonardo And all them cla**ical Italiano whinos Mastery of rhyme patterns from the vintage vinyls I'm wide awake now, it's all cake now, the whiskey sours We in the lab for a few hours..Ha