Twan Beat Maker - Hip-Hop Playoffs lyrics
(Verse 1) Did you ever reminisce on your past thoughts The ones you want to change, change your whole fate and cause a rearrange That's why I turnt up here, King Ice Yo muhf**as who wanna volunteer Make me mo' beats, I'm getting influenced by this beat like life rap life mic score on a height Jordans so high like an air flight Rapper bunch of p**y geez afraid to stand infront of me, no scar Knowing the results gonna be the same as K. Payne, the only thing they regain is a memoir Of how far they got Which is nowhere Still I give'em the props for having the courage to go against me If there is a priest to confess me to I'll say the same sh** too, I ain't lyin' I'm on a well-known drug Call it Music I'm not here to say something to confuse it but enthuse it to on use it I'll be murdering beats till the day I‘m deceased Cause this game will be deceased after me It's gonna be RIP to this RAP Then I'll be leaving this music for you to screw it I'm last nail holding this game together and you want to un screw me Like really, you're a bunch of wannabes a bunch of mini mi Talkin' bout d** and thug life but homie who you really be Come on face to face u against me A rap battle ring but you're not up to commitments claiming that you're married to the game But she's the one ruling you, you're not playing the game the game's playing you I like all your songs with your vocals removed And to be sure, I put it on mute I'm here to save the game, I'm this rap's medic cause you all pathetic Protect the message, believe the messenger My rap isn't a replica I'm here with the man who has the same first same as Bomaye Yo Ali Get'em, eh (Verse 2) I came out as gay; yeah, light-hearted and carefree Whatcha think I'd say, care to spare me Whatcho think about me? Cause I could care less How you choose to conceive the world, blindly You speak about how harshly I've made an impact Peekaboo motherf**er! I'm a planetoid, I destroyed dinosaurs, my words are like swords, and I leave you resource-less Why keep f**ing in the locker room When apparently you ain't a game changer, b**h I dunk punches and pa** you metaphors like the Hip-Hop Playoffs I beat the sh** Outta your buzz, and I'm light-years ahead so If you think you the future, think twice But again you don't have a head cause you gave me one and I f**ed you thrice in a trice I'm the evolution of that hopping hipness You'll find me hanging on top of fireplaces next Christmas And I've made it so far so “So Far Gone” ain't got sh** on me I Say What's Real, I got a Lust for Life But Sooner Than Later I'ma Call It Off and take A Night Off For a Little Bit ‘fore I'm Successful And The Calm always comes before Congratulations What have I achieved? One mixtape and a few hundred lyrics later And I still spit, and you're a piece of sh** And I'm elevated cause I'm motivated But I still hate it when I'm underrated But shoutout to King Ice, what up Homie I made it