Say hello son when I knock on the coffin
At the boy’s house, yeah, you know we be flocking
Talkin bout haters but I haven’t dropped nothin
So many thoughts, bars just chillin’ in my noggin
I should do cyphers, no bad albums
But I’m cocky, I need to knock the bad out em
I don’t want no drip, that’s a bad offer
I need to knock the bad out her
Flowing through life for the banter
I can only do well on the top half like the Tropic of Cancer
I ain’t doing Déjà vu like a tik tok dancer
Wannabe famous, like vixen, Commit and prancer
I’m getting looks, I wish rap was seen fancier
I’m being called simp like a third-tier
You ain’t even on first base, it’s a strikeout dear (Ayyyy)
I don’t got a platform but you got 9 and three quarters
Talkin smack behind my back? Ima kick you off the border
If I want to be hip on the track, I need to be bolder
Talking as if I got some mental disorder
If I can rap then pigs be flying
I’m sorry, I’m not failing, I’m trying
Rapping might hurt me later like adrenalin
Well, I guess, they don’t want to let me in
I kill rappers on a track though I can’t even drink gin
I throw them on the chair when they bring me in
I got big things coming
You’re still at home complaining bout nothin
So if you step to my level
And you rip every treble
I’ll bring you down to where your still kicking ruble
I popped my self out of my bubble
And I’m looking for trouble
That’s not true at all
I’m Just trying not to mumble
I’m just gonna take the piss, I ain’t no pacifist
Come to me, ill pass the fist
I guess they're better cause they’re older
When I’m in the rap gang the devil is killing angel on my shoulder
I’m honestly better, I can and I would
Now I work harder than the train the could
You got nothing on me
But you’re still telling me to beep beep like I’m Richie
Shot so fast, they didn’t know the bullets flu
Flow so ill, they sent me to the ICU
When the Flow goes round, they scream “I see two”
I can do what they do, I’m just am waiting to be sent through
I’m gonna kill everyone on the beat
Sorry the album took so long
I didn’t want to drop anything incomplete
I ain’t swear-ving on the track like I’m Eminem in the booth
Raise your hands, I’ll tie the noose
I’m John Wilkes booth
I can lyrically knock out ur tooth
This ain’t no dare, this is the truth
I look up to the underground’s
I’m swimming around in the lost n found
Acting like I’m gonna flip you off like an acrobat
Wanna hit me up, I’ll hit you back
You can’t put a line on me cause my crap ain’t parallel
Resort to violence but your vacation ain’t the stairwell
My vocal cords are a tool
These bars will shock in a duel
Barology, this be more confusing than astrology
I’m a major in this game so I kill rappers ironically
I ain’t talking jack, I just lock my crap in-a-box
Throw the sack over my shoulder, this feels like rocks
But its nothin’ like I’m droppin’ and coppin
I feel like I should stop talkin’ bout Droppin rapper in the coffin
Should I act like the best in the game
Or should I act what I think about myself, lame
At the boy’s house, yeah, you know we be flocking
Talkin bout haters but I haven’t dropped nothin
So many thoughts, bars just chillin’ in my noggin
I should do cyphers, no bad albums
But I’m cocky, I need to knock the bad out em
I don’t want no drip, that’s a bad offer
I need to knock the bad out her
Flowing through life for the banter
I can only do well on the top half like the Tropic of Cancer
I ain’t doing Déjà vu like a tik tok dancer
Wannabe famous, like vixen, Commit and prancer
I’m getting looks, I wish rap was seen fancier
I’m being called simp like a third-tier
You ain’t even on first base, it’s a strikeout dear (Ayyyy)
I don’t got a platform but you got 9 and three quarters
Talkin smack behind my back? Ima kick you off the border
If I want to be hip on the track, I need to be bolder
Talking as if I got some mental disorder
If I can rap then pigs be flying
I’m sorry, I’m not failing, I’m trying
Rapping might hurt me later like adrenalin
Well, I guess, they don’t want to let me in
I kill rappers on a track though I can’t even drink gin
I throw them on the chair when they bring me in
I got big things coming
You’re still at home complaining bout nothin
So if you step to my level
And you rip every treble
I’ll bring you down to where your still kicking ruble
I popped my self out of my bubble
And I’m looking for trouble
That’s not true at all
I’m Just trying not to mumble
I’m just gonna take the piss, I ain’t no pacifist
Come to me, ill pass the fist
I guess they're better cause they’re older
When I’m in the rap gang the devil is killing angel on my shoulder
I’m honestly better, I can and I would
Now I work harder than the train the could
You got nothing on me
But you’re still telling me to beep beep like I’m Richie
Shot so fast, they didn’t know the bullets flu
Flow so ill, they sent me to the ICU
When the Flow goes round, they scream “I see two”
I can do what they do, I’m just am waiting to be sent through
I’m gonna kill everyone on the beat
Sorry the album took so long
I didn’t want to drop anything incomplete
I ain’t swear-ving on the track like I’m Eminem in the booth
Raise your hands, I’ll tie the noose
I’m John Wilkes booth
I can lyrically knock out ur tooth
This ain’t no dare, this is the truth
I look up to the underground’s
I’m swimming around in the lost n found
Acting like I’m gonna flip you off like an acrobat
Wanna hit me up, I’ll hit you back
You can’t put a line on me cause my crap ain’t parallel
Resort to violence but your vacation ain’t the stairwell
My vocal cords are a tool
These bars will shock in a duel
Barology, this be more confusing than astrology
I’m a major in this game so I kill rappers ironically
I ain’t talking jack, I just lock my crap in-a-box
Throw the sack over my shoulder, this feels like rocks
But its nothin’ like I’m droppin’ and coppin
I feel like I should stop talkin’ bout Droppin rapper in the coffin
Should I act like the best in the game
Or should I act what I think about myself, lame
( Mind Flayer (Rap) )
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