Chris Rivers - You Ain't Recognized lyrics

[Verse 1: Chris Rivers] Yo, my heart's incarcerated with bars that I jot on pages The hardest artist regardless, my verses are carbon plated Sinister sick spitter diminish your six figures Visions against the winners, depicted as Chris Rivers Part Hannibal, smart cannibal, part mechanical Bronx Admiral, can't touch me, I'm part intangible Part animal, part flammable, hard to handle too Known to roll explosively, homie I'm part botanical Part Hennessy, part remedy, spark the enemy Part rock, hip-hop, anger and lack the equity Part overk**er, stomp you out, you think its centipedes Blow your brains out and put it back so you remember me From a long line of hawks nines, gangsters and hard rhymes Granny getting locked, full disclosure, these are hard times Can't even buy tickets, the visits, so flipping these lyrics Nothing in my pockets, but the writtens they finite Gotta change that, bail grams out, get moms a Maybach Living for that feeling, most n***as can't even say that A disappointment, fairly burnt, but I got the ointment I fill my time with rhymes for the occasion that p**y moistens My choice is, take my lack of father-ship No acknowledgements and empty pockets They use it to fuel the rocket ship If you ain't know and never heard it before Just know I'm coming for the throne And b**h I'm ready for war Rivers