Rick Rubin - Paul Revere (Freestyle) lyrics

I don't get introduced anymore I just get recognized like weren't you that dude from before? Yeah, probably. You can find me in a lot of locations In the studio, mixin'. Digital audio station On the sidewalk, buskin' it with a pot for donations In your Bluetooth speaker speakin' in constant rotation They ask me “Master, how'd you make that lane for yourself?” I took everything I liked about everything else They tried endin' me, but I'm here for the after credits scene Here for the postgame. The gold Skulltulas Culture, you vulture us Town ain't big enough for the both of us Ennio Morricone with the orchestra Don dada to the art snobs. Poison for the dart frogs Lord over the Farquads. Matamoney heartthrob Ridge get the job done I'm just tryna get her number in my phone before the cops come My club culture, I'm head coachin' Trench coat outta French Vogue. Y'all dress homeless Tiptoed to the end zone. Y'all benchwarmin' The midpoint between Frank Ocean and Seth Rogen Notebook to keep my d**h notes in Gettin' texts so much, my Android almost exploded MP5 on MP3 Way my Sixteens sweet like MTV. I moved to LA But still I'm San Diego supercharged Root down. Threw down the draw four Uno card Way I'm actin', thought the crew was filled with movie stars Grab my ukulele, now I'm Bruno Mars I'm only rappin' to prove you wrong Napoleon Blooregard. Lookin' for a Frankie to foster Gettin' paid by a sponsor to play at a concert Off songs that I made up in college. The future is now This is not a freestyle, it's a reminder That y'all're watering a grease fire Y'all got tossed inside the deep fryer Y'all got caught inside this meat grinder Looks like Fargo to the screenwriters Business cards out. No names hit my telephone Mute the metronome, I'm a professional Y'all're resellin' tickets for these festivals I'm just tryna keep my vessel full Keep my ship afloat. Miserable misanthrope Pray this length of time gets me before this length of rope War got me tuggin' but I'm not budgin' Gerard Butler with the arm muscles So stop Russian, Dolph Lundgren Sorry to the tarot card dealers and the palm readers This is somethin' you never would've saw comin' I'm not tryna say your songs are all lies I'm just sayin' that I sound the same live Only ones out reppin' as far as we know I'm Filipino so the Skratch Piklz are my heroes Did my homework instead of my homework Rappers unconscious before they even heard the whole verse Not for the faint of heart. Copped with excessive force Kalashnikov collision course. Open the door Cheap liquor on expensive floors Spilled for the ones we lost from events before Upend the doors on the Aventador I flex so hard when I write. Imagine if I had it I wouldn't even be rappin'. I'd be Batman With all of the gadgets and none of the action And a little more handsome Recordin' with Brian Wilson and Charles Manson Met baby in the corner, now we're dirty dancin' Said I remind her of Logan Lerman from Perks She's a virgin? I must be Richard Branson Went too fast for you to get what happened Mr. Master, I'm the king on campus