Chilla Jones - Monster Mix lyrics

[Intro] I don't mean to be in your business but, uh Word on the street it's about to get crazy Mister [Verse 1: Mr. Meredith] Meredith, just another guy y'all hate on Grindin', but nothin' like the park y'all skate on Back then the press, ? And y'all comfortable sittin' in the dark like Akon See I respect the art of this, so I'll k** every bar in this Hazel eyes, hard to miss Hey you guys, guard, you miss I'll pay with a lot of consequence The artist is an arsonist My confidence is larger than some consonants as hot as this (Woo!) Beast n***a, I k** mics like a paink**er Puttin' out too many hits, feel like a pave k**er They say everybody's the best, I say they ain't, n***a Everybody around me's dead, I feel like a grave digger I took a break, now I'm back like I lost somethin' Gained time amount next to play like the pause bu*ton I used to dream I was a star they was all wantin' k**in' the Apollo like I'm Dolph London I'm gettin' love from the state Plenty women Tats, kisses, hugs at the gate But I'm Meredith, and just being a stud is a trait The MC in a crown, wouldn't budge in a quake You see, I'm just about the game master Any polly plain cla**es They wonder why I'm one of the coolest in my age bracket Started at 16, stayed at it, played at it Now every verse is properly suited for a straitjacket The proof is in the pudding The proof is that you couldn't You mean-muggin' cause the dude is doin' what you couldn't You a false You's a boss? You 30 with flaws, so you something I sweep brooms across And no matter if yo mama see me rappin' with An0maly Then cause a quiet storm that could bring havoc to a prodigy The gips in the illa, with Chilla, would you agree? And we even have a k**a spitta, Alyssa Marie [Verse 2: Alyssa Marie] I'm a motherf**in' monster, flow is so incredible, I conquer Whoever wanna get it cause the devil is my sponsor And ganja, saunas Levelin' with Santra And they wonder why I never settle for the job run Nada is ever gonna limit me I'm pitying the enemies, still livin' in a prison of a memory of anything before me Prior to the fire and the glory and empire that I sired I've acquired over the years of this (damn) Tiger lyricist They tryna be the fiercest, but they lyin' bout they appearances It's out of carelessness And if there is bein' different, then you'll never here no sh*t that's quite as rare as this (Nope) And I ain't sparin' sh**, silly b**h Feeling really dilligent But still won't quit, cuz it takes sk** to be As real as this, tellin' me I'm weak though, the hero, the underdog who's enemies with egos No threat I'm sick of waiting for competitors They make it effortless to stay up on this level With no evidence, or decadence, never settle for less than this Chilla, An0maly, Mr Meredith [Verse 3: An0maly] I'm an instrumental terrorist Hear the applause? The beat enjoyed that verse I'm monster destroying Earth, you cannot avoid the worst Complete destruction of weak and deceitful f**ers You people will leave with nothing, I'm in the cut like an ointment squirt I'm burning you for the sake of the music Everything you say is basically stupid, I hate what you're doin' I hate what you make in the booth, I'm naming to basically make you a fool And expose your image as a fake and a tool Hey, you, Mr. Fake-and-a-Gimmick? Why don't you play me and anything rap related? It'll take me a minute Whether game or a scrimmage, I'll reign as the winner I'm aiming for bigger, your radio, so basically lame and beginner, get it? Is this all a joke? I'm in the baller smoke I can't open my eyes, so I'm rhyming over Hall & Oates (rich girl) And I ain't got a lot of money So I was thinkin' one day I'd maybe try and have your kids, girl I'll introduce you to that big world Got an Odd Future like that kid Earl But I'm not Tyler, the Creator, I'm a pilot aviator I'm a pilot aviator, flyer in the sky with no permit like a plane of paper Look, I'm not a Youtube rapper (nah) I'm an artist smart enough to use it to get views by the ma**es (true) If you laughing, oh, I can't hear you, I'm past the atmosphere My freshman year in college, I left my dorm for a rap career I'm not a monster, obviously, I'm a poltergeist Who else pushin' 100,000 tracks with a broken mic? I'm ghostly white cause my flow has turned to frozen ice Couple blankets on but yet I'm thankful that I'm cold at night I preserve, let me worship some versatility Perfect berserkablity, murking the serpent's grillin' me Cause I got straight heat like Lebron in a sweater So, ring please, king me, like I'm ballin' in checkers What up? [Verse 4: Chilla Jones] In the ghetto I'm prevalent I'm levelin' eleven, my rebels with the medal if they metal again (I been) Put on the pedestal by men who be pedalin' pebbles prevalent sent Bein' heaven sent is irrelavent (yeah), I'm the new devil in hell Shovel and pitchfork, I'm settlin in (Jones) My presence is developin' like an elephant stampede, stompin' your skeleton into gelatin (I dont play mista) Meredith, An0maly, and Alyssa Also known as me with 3 other okay emcees an*lysis, blisters, calluses Similar to venom, but gives 'em quicker paralysis I'm in em Talent is in the genes like denim Mask LEON The glow is SO past neon I'm Deion Primetime, shine like the skyline Life is a battle, THIS HERE IS GRINDTIME! I get better with age, like fine wine I'm in the game, these lames playin' the sidelines Recordin' With joy's competitive drive combined with Einstein's mind God Emcee, I'm divine Perfect in my verses is how I'm defined, and nows the time to prove it With more bars then you know what to do with My silver songs got 'em clueless Think about it