Shua - Excalibur lyrics

[Intro] Aki Oni in this b**h, get on your feet Sharp Shua in this b**h, watch me own this beat [Verse 1] I was meant to be on your hard drive, I'm something like them tire chains And I won't quit, eject the disc, till I froze up the entire game Y'all complain, I just like to rap Should I explain? Nah, I'm done with that I'm suffering like succotash, chasing birds, I'm such a cat Y'all swallow real, I can't stomach that, so I just spit it, y'all in love with that Wrote, produced like a hundred tracks, do it all, wear a dozen hats Aki Oni, we building sh**, pa**ing out construction caps They used to call me blackie, now I'm sharper than a black key Listening to the Black Keys, f**ing in the backseat You may call those ill lines, but I just call it last week She says she wants some chill time, but I just called her last week Running n***as on all my songs, I just call them track meets No you can't outlast me, but could you try not to get lapped please? Mother's name is Daphne, dad less Fred than Shaggy Writing my flow in mystery ink, but y'all already know who k**ing the beat [Hook] I just wanna be sharper than the stoned Sword that helped Arthur win his throne Tryna be smarter than your phone … I'mma call you when I'm home I just wanna be sharper than the stoned Sword that helped Arthur win his throne Tryna be smarter than your phone You full of weak sh**, steady talking like you're stong You ho b**h! [Verse 2] So here I go, the name is Shua, no “lil”, “young” or hyphen No adjective before my name to try and hypen who I am Well, the name is Sharp Shua, but the Sharp part is silent Something like a concealed blade an a**a**in has been hidin' No one to confide in, my mind is drama fused with comedy Willy Wonka mixed with Socrates, strong values and hypocrisy Some tequila amnesia, so I can forget who the f** I got to be Mold a verse then leave mouths ajar, no ceramics or pottery Sharp: a black man's Batman With only ‘bout a half grand, rap like an afghan Just my nature, looking for a small place in Bag End Folding paper, throw it in the bag like a napkin That fake sh** you speaking to the world is just Latin Dead to us all, I was bred to just ball Dinner roll, k**in' folks, drillin' hoes, dental flow Spillin' soul, I'm just spazzin' I'm all that you imagined! [Hook] I just wanna be sharper than the stoned Sword that helped Arthur win his throne Tryna be smarter than your phone … I'mma call you when I'm home I just wanna be sharper than the stoned Sword that helped Arthur win his throne Tryna be smarter than your phone You full of weak sh**, steady talkin like you're stong You ho b**h! [Outro] A college dropout, but rhymes come from a pen state You deserve a round, me a day off, or 10 straight I asked if she want to cut under cover like switchblades Y'all know the rest like God after the sixth day …b**h, come learn from a sensei