Doubted by everyone who’s been watching me
But that ain’t stopping me
I’m rising up now, like I’ve got the soda pop in me
Wonka I’m dark like the chocolate
Talk a little bit to the chick on couch with the nice tits
Super convoluted my rhythm you can’t refute it
I’m demonstrating that without Nike I still can do it
I’m another kid with all the talent bottled up inside of me
Cause if you wanna fly, you gotta start as a Caterpie
Doesn’t happen magically, unless you’re a Freak
I don’t Everest because I’m approaching my peak
Ya get it? I’m sure you don’t, I don’t condone
You’re the worst of all the parts, like attack of the clones
Idiot, I started 2012 down with the coconut
Too bad my memory is remembering the memory of
Juggling, uh huh I let the truth be told
And I’ll save you all the time, by keeping it general
Never got the dreaded alphabetical report card
ABCDF but you can surf cars
I keep my mornings super simple, no bakin
Breakfast krispy, but still no bacon
I ain’t faking, and don’t mind you hatin on what I am makin
Fixing up some deviled eggs, and I’m giving em to satan
Oh my God, I’ve got it backwards, he’s a dog
These lines are running through my head, but I spit em easy like I jog
That was just verse 1
One more to go
Alright I’m back, for another round of fun
Lyrics on the paper cause you couldn’t TypeOne
Boi! I wish to make the money though I’m unemployed
Making the green, but don’t give me any bok choy
And I’ve welcomed the fact that I have become a Diabetic
It’s highly possible that I could die without a medic
Yeah I said it, pitching my ideas, call me Pettit
Don’t forget it, mistakes like that, you gone regret it
Woop, I’m a crazy grab bag of nationalities
German, Irish, Portuguese, and Japanese
So in a way, you can say I represent the world
Earth’s spinning so fast, like the world is whirled
Dirty globe, guess the orbit isn’t cleaning
Giving going green, an entirely new meaning
I’m a boss, telling all these rappers just to knock it off
They outta their place, and I can tell em without a cover cough
Getting recognition, and the girls are giving smooches
I wonder if I’d be a better spitta being toothless
I’m done
But that ain’t stopping me
I’m rising up now, like I’ve got the soda pop in me
Wonka I’m dark like the chocolate
Talk a little bit to the chick on couch with the nice tits
Super convoluted my rhythm you can’t refute it
I’m demonstrating that without Nike I still can do it
I’m another kid with all the talent bottled up inside of me
Cause if you wanna fly, you gotta start as a Caterpie
Doesn’t happen magically, unless you’re a Freak
I don’t Everest because I’m approaching my peak
Ya get it? I’m sure you don’t, I don’t condone
You’re the worst of all the parts, like attack of the clones
Idiot, I started 2012 down with the coconut
Too bad my memory is remembering the memory of
Juggling, uh huh I let the truth be told
And I’ll save you all the time, by keeping it general
Never got the dreaded alphabetical report card
ABCDF but you can surf cars
I keep my mornings super simple, no bakin
Breakfast krispy, but still no bacon
I ain’t faking, and don’t mind you hatin on what I am makin
Fixing up some deviled eggs, and I’m giving em to satan
Oh my God, I’ve got it backwards, he’s a dog
These lines are running through my head, but I spit em easy like I jog
That was just verse 1
One more to go
Alright I’m back, for another round of fun
Lyrics on the paper cause you couldn’t TypeOne
Boi! I wish to make the money though I’m unemployed
Making the green, but don’t give me any bok choy
And I’ve welcomed the fact that I have become a Diabetic
It’s highly possible that I could die without a medic
Yeah I said it, pitching my ideas, call me Pettit
Don’t forget it, mistakes like that, you gone regret it
Woop, I’m a crazy grab bag of nationalities
German, Irish, Portuguese, and Japanese
So in a way, you can say I represent the world
Earth’s spinning so fast, like the world is whirled
Dirty globe, guess the orbit isn’t cleaning
Giving going green, an entirely new meaning
I’m a boss, telling all these rappers just to knock it off
They outta their place, and I can tell em without a cover cough
Getting recognition, and the girls are giving smooches
I wonder if I’d be a better spitta being toothless
I’m done
( TypeOne )
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