[Verse 1: Speeder Razor]
I write every day
Like I said on “Mark My Words” – Rap is living in my veins
So, watch me take over the game
When they turn up and do “Trap”, I stay the same
When I take these sunglasses and throw it at them
That’s how I throw shade to the bullshit I see nowadays
They’re scared of responding to Razor, those are coward ways
Maybe that shit was complex for their brains
So now they want me calling names
How can I do that when you change your names?
I see you lacking some consistence, wassup with you?
Thinking the shit that you’re doing gon make you bulletproof
To these bullet-words I’m spitting, tryna read it, break your tooth
I talked to my brother, he told to be comfortable
He told me to never say much on the beat, but that’s hard to do
‘cause I was born the 3rd Month; He said less is more, but I can’t spit a few
You can’t expect minor casualties from a C-4 of this magnitude
When I hit the booth
I take out the pain that’s within and tell it to that software
Civilized construction, cause all my songs are engineered by myself
They say they wanna do a song with me then disappear
4 mixtapes and I know that ain’t nobody capable of making me quit
‘cause all their whack songs, I destroy them
I just say “This is Me…” then I stop my song
Rap is just a hobby to me; this is not my job
I do this for the love of hip-hop, not ever like y’all
Selling your soul, tryna get them people loving you
But me, I stay old school, so love? I will never force
I’m not a surfer, unless we’re talking internet
Cause I don’t ride a wave like you do, better watch out for the sharks, yo!
This a game of chess, think carefully before you pick a move
Against me, you never win, you lose
Never degrading anybody, I’m just stating facts
And when I say that;
I challenge you to battle rap, although I’m not a battle rapper
But I want you rappers to show me that you save what you “wrap”
Like the number 13th Element
To me, your weak lines ain’t sounding clever
Like I said, let me hear what you can put together
And when I sit back and chill, I can hear Hip-Hop crying to me
She be like: “Don’t you leave me!”
But then I told you that I got you, so don’t worry
And now you can stop with that: “Don’t you leave me!”
How can I leave you when you taught me so much like a teacher?
You’re one of the reasons few people even know Black Speeder
Some won’t even understand this shit; they don’t ever see that
The relationship between us is stronger than the cold’s and Winter’s
But then, I think it works both ways
Cause I’m the reason hip-hop is still alive in Zastron City today
I show respect to the real ones
Those who’re doing it for the love, and not for fame or to get paid
I see somebody gave a name to their swimming pool
The name is “Conclusions”, now many people get excited
And never do research, all they do is jump into it
Without the facts, you’re not allowed to speak to this dude
The lines above gon be hard to break just like my heart
She thought I’ll say that “Don’t you leave me”
But nah, I’m a man and what is done is done
I thought I’m done killing this beat, but let me spit a couple bars
[Verse 2: Speeder Razor]
Let me kill this shit, I’m still murderous
I’m the Razor, I’m the Speeder, I’m the only one
That’s why you can’t Cut to the Chase
Only I can get to straight to the point like a dotted line
You tryna break my heart? Open my chest - Black, this shit a spade
So, they call it how they see it; many people digging graves
For themselves whenever tryna pick a fight with me
I don’t mean don’t stay true when I say she can lie with me
Real friends and family are those who cry with me during hard times
Those who make sure that they strive with me
And I can do the same, love is never hard to share
So, I treat it like a virus, spreading it to anyone
But it gets contagious when disloyalty is also there
That’s why I’ve got issues of never trusting anyone
Those who know me can tell you that I don’t fall easy
For anything, as if Gravity ain’t affecting me
I need to study it first; I need to find the reasons
As to why it should be in my life and why to keep it
I’m not a gang member but I write my signature using my body fluids
Then I’m calling it my “Blood Sign”
I’m “Also Known As” the problem that’s hard to solve - astronomical
It’s “Levels” to this shit, there’s no “Star Signs”
That’s why it’s kinda hard to comprehend all of my rhymes
I love my brothers, within us, the same bloodline
As if we use a pencil to draw it, there’s no needle
So, it’s real, not a story, like the cells building blocks of life
That’s so many lines, I’ll give you time to break ‘em down
Like when somebody’s not doing good and going through some tough times
“The Razor said he’s doing it for fun
But now he’s messing up our heads with all these punchlines!”
That’s somebody wishing I could spit it very easy
But they don’t understand the level that I’m in
The more you play the game, the more you see the change
And the stages’ never easy, so appreciate that I’m still spitting
Cause nowadays, rappers got you listening the “Rhythm”
They lost the “P” part of RAP and you still listen
Those are people who do it for money and for parties
Not to spread knowledge or to raise awareness, really
But then again, they think the word “raise” applies to only babies
Unlike the babies, awareness doesn’t consume much of your energy
To cover the subject, you don’t need Huggies and it is free, you can do it daily
Maybe that bar is crazy but I’m tryna make a point
This the marijuana on speakers, listen this joint
But it ain’t “Blunt” like James, this not a butter knife
They’re taking Ls, they don’t know what winning’s feeling like
Brain cell count is low, people always high
And then I refer you to “Thoughts and Wonders”
I will never lie when people die in funerals when I just had a great night
“The Truth” is my middle name before the “Razor”
I’ve been in my prime way before doing my first tape
I’m a rare breed, living in a world full of fakes
The only time you raise your hands to my music is when I ask questions
That’s when I’m tryna get you good grades
[Verse 3: Speeder Razor]
So, should I put a chorus in this shit?
When it’s one minute left, and I just killed it and shit?
Before you call yourself a rapper, listen to this shit
This one’s dedicated to MCs who rep this shit
I’ve got a list, and if you don’t hear your name in this
I don’t sugar coat shit; the King has spoken: ‘Fucking quit!’
So, it goes like this - the first one on the list, is Nobody
You should’ve seen your face;
To further this, now I’ve gotta spit these 12 bars, show you how to rap
Though I did that already, but you didn’t hear me clear
That’s what the rewind button is for, go back and forth and try to pause
But that’s for every line in the song
When you listen to the real ones, you be a better one
A 6-minute song is nothing to you, now you murder one
And when you’re spitting, the lines that you throw are clever ones
Let me end it right here before I’m outta time
I write every day
Like I said on “Mark My Words” – Rap is living in my veins
So, watch me take over the game
When they turn up and do “Trap”, I stay the same
When I take these sunglasses and throw it at them
That’s how I throw shade to the bullshit I see nowadays
They’re scared of responding to Razor, those are coward ways
Maybe that shit was complex for their brains
So now they want me calling names
How can I do that when you change your names?
I see you lacking some consistence, wassup with you?
Thinking the shit that you’re doing gon make you bulletproof
To these bullet-words I’m spitting, tryna read it, break your tooth
I talked to my brother, he told to be comfortable
He told me to never say much on the beat, but that’s hard to do
‘cause I was born the 3rd Month; He said less is more, but I can’t spit a few
You can’t expect minor casualties from a C-4 of this magnitude
When I hit the booth
I take out the pain that’s within and tell it to that software
Civilized construction, cause all my songs are engineered by myself
They say they wanna do a song with me then disappear
4 mixtapes and I know that ain’t nobody capable of making me quit
‘cause all their whack songs, I destroy them
I just say “This is Me…” then I stop my song
Rap is just a hobby to me; this is not my job
I do this for the love of hip-hop, not ever like y’all
Selling your soul, tryna get them people loving you
But me, I stay old school, so love? I will never force
I’m not a surfer, unless we’re talking internet
Cause I don’t ride a wave like you do, better watch out for the sharks, yo!
This a game of chess, think carefully before you pick a move
Against me, you never win, you lose
Never degrading anybody, I’m just stating facts
And when I say that;
I challenge you to battle rap, although I’m not a battle rapper
But I want you rappers to show me that you save what you “wrap”
Like the number 13th Element
To me, your weak lines ain’t sounding clever
Like I said, let me hear what you can put together
And when I sit back and chill, I can hear Hip-Hop crying to me
She be like: “Don’t you leave me!”
But then I told you that I got you, so don’t worry
And now you can stop with that: “Don’t you leave me!”
How can I leave you when you taught me so much like a teacher?
You’re one of the reasons few people even know Black Speeder
Some won’t even understand this shit; they don’t ever see that
The relationship between us is stronger than the cold’s and Winter’s
But then, I think it works both ways
Cause I’m the reason hip-hop is still alive in Zastron City today
I show respect to the real ones
Those who’re doing it for the love, and not for fame or to get paid
I see somebody gave a name to their swimming pool
The name is “Conclusions”, now many people get excited
And never do research, all they do is jump into it
Without the facts, you’re not allowed to speak to this dude
The lines above gon be hard to break just like my heart
She thought I’ll say that “Don’t you leave me”
But nah, I’m a man and what is done is done
I thought I’m done killing this beat, but let me spit a couple bars
[Verse 2: Speeder Razor]
Let me kill this shit, I’m still murderous
I’m the Razor, I’m the Speeder, I’m the only one
That’s why you can’t Cut to the Chase
Only I can get to straight to the point like a dotted line
You tryna break my heart? Open my chest - Black, this shit a spade
So, they call it how they see it; many people digging graves
For themselves whenever tryna pick a fight with me
I don’t mean don’t stay true when I say she can lie with me
Real friends and family are those who cry with me during hard times
Those who make sure that they strive with me
And I can do the same, love is never hard to share
So, I treat it like a virus, spreading it to anyone
But it gets contagious when disloyalty is also there
That’s why I’ve got issues of never trusting anyone
Those who know me can tell you that I don’t fall easy
For anything, as if Gravity ain’t affecting me
I need to study it first; I need to find the reasons
As to why it should be in my life and why to keep it
I’m not a gang member but I write my signature using my body fluids
Then I’m calling it my “Blood Sign”
I’m “Also Known As” the problem that’s hard to solve - astronomical
It’s “Levels” to this shit, there’s no “Star Signs”
That’s why it’s kinda hard to comprehend all of my rhymes
I love my brothers, within us, the same bloodline
As if we use a pencil to draw it, there’s no needle
So, it’s real, not a story, like the cells building blocks of life
That’s so many lines, I’ll give you time to break ‘em down
Like when somebody’s not doing good and going through some tough times
“The Razor said he’s doing it for fun
But now he’s messing up our heads with all these punchlines!”
That’s somebody wishing I could spit it very easy
But they don’t understand the level that I’m in
The more you play the game, the more you see the change
And the stages’ never easy, so appreciate that I’m still spitting
Cause nowadays, rappers got you listening the “Rhythm”
They lost the “P” part of RAP and you still listen
Those are people who do it for money and for parties
Not to spread knowledge or to raise awareness, really
But then again, they think the word “raise” applies to only babies
Unlike the babies, awareness doesn’t consume much of your energy
To cover the subject, you don’t need Huggies and it is free, you can do it daily
Maybe that bar is crazy but I’m tryna make a point
This the marijuana on speakers, listen this joint
But it ain’t “Blunt” like James, this not a butter knife
They’re taking Ls, they don’t know what winning’s feeling like
Brain cell count is low, people always high
And then I refer you to “Thoughts and Wonders”
I will never lie when people die in funerals when I just had a great night
“The Truth” is my middle name before the “Razor”
I’ve been in my prime way before doing my first tape
I’m a rare breed, living in a world full of fakes
The only time you raise your hands to my music is when I ask questions
That’s when I’m tryna get you good grades
[Verse 3: Speeder Razor]
So, should I put a chorus in this shit?
When it’s one minute left, and I just killed it and shit?
Before you call yourself a rapper, listen to this shit
This one’s dedicated to MCs who rep this shit
I’ve got a list, and if you don’t hear your name in this
I don’t sugar coat shit; the King has spoken: ‘Fucking quit!’
So, it goes like this - the first one on the list, is Nobody
You should’ve seen your face;
To further this, now I’ve gotta spit these 12 bars, show you how to rap
Though I did that already, but you didn’t hear me clear
That’s what the rewind button is for, go back and forth and try to pause
But that’s for every line in the song
When you listen to the real ones, you be a better one
A 6-minute song is nothing to you, now you murder one
And when you’re spitting, the lines that you throw are clever ones
Let me end it right here before I’m outta time
( Speeder Razor )
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