Strobe and Ess** - Who Could Be lyrics

Who could be fresh? Who could be lyrical? Who could be dope? Who could be musical? Who could be nice? Who could be beautiful? Who could be?.....word Strobe Who you know fresher than strobe? Riddle me that If you ever imitated this, your sh**'ll be wack If you ever went against my flow, you wouldn't win If you ever try to test my brain, it'll react Now, who you know that's better than my team?.....nobody This the life , my n***a. This is no hobby And this is no overnight success So don't throw the mic to just any old body (nope) Just put it professional hands My profession's blessing the mic in any session I land in We're everywhere no matter which direction you pan And if you're looking for the best, then it's no question I am him Which means I'm greater than, and you're less than And I'm positive, and you're guessing That's why we don't listen to their suggestions The answer to the riddle is me, and here's the question Who could be fresh? Who could be lyrical? Who could be dope? Who could be musical? Who could be nice? Who could be beautiful? Who could be?.....word Ess** And I didn't come to lay the swag out I'm a leading pitcher, man. Give you a bad out Ready to slap a mother f**er with his hand out I have the grand scheme. I keep my rap life planned out I stay camped out. meaning amongst the trees The best smoke comes on a boat from overseas The best dope comes out my speaker, so send a tweet Visit my page. Control c my properties I'm making more paper. Controlling more properties These rap dudes made the f**ing rap game a mockery Rappers in p.o.p. don't even wanna talk to me So, close your ears punk cause imma keep rocking Saw you on stage, boy. Thought you was sleep walking I'm sharp as a tack son nick name be Steve hawking Dopeness created often. When rappers step we off 'em I bring 'me back in my image. My team is finna lock it Strobe and Ess** (back and forth every 2 bars) Who could be the most astonishing? Well, you're looking at him Doing things with hooks and patterns, that you couldn't fathom Gettin up and at 'me. Lyrics deeper than casm A professor of cool. I create players like madden We're purveyors of rapping. Pressure the mayor and captain And make you see sh** differently like a ray of refraction We're getting paper without bankers or taxes And anytime we hit the stage, there's a major reaction Yeah, and we're raising the bar cause we're the favorite attraction We're in the back sipping liquor and blazing Alaskan We're true soldiers decorated I'm medals and patches Whipping the d**h Star and donning the finest fabrics Y'all n***as minds is backwards for even trynna match this Most of y'all got swagger, but need rhyming practice Can't even write a pa**age. Won't make the right of pa**age And what I write will smash 'em. You might get smacked for asking Who could be fresh? Who could be lyrical? Who could be dope? Who could be musical? Who could be nice? Who could be beautiful? Who could be?.....word