[Pre-Chorus: Centient]
Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah hah
Centient, A.K.A, Wonder Bread
Yeah-yeah, yeah hah, Ahh
(Centient on another one!)
[Chorus 1: Centient]
First when they walk up, hit you with a stance
Second-hand clock up time in advance
Buzzer-beater hit you like the ball's out of hand
When I'm dunkin' on the opposition, tunnel vision plans, okay
Bet you thinkin' that I'm messing with the wrong crew
Long-bottom rapper guess it's been a long way through
Couple days, I'll be at the Grammys while they gaze at me
Thought you had a problem now they want the damn proof
Flexing hotter than the south-side mid-summer
Want beef, hot rice, cooked up bangers
If any other motherfuckers wanna rap, wonder
Who's got bread? Not me, white wonder
She had be rise up, yeast, that's my runner
See me glowing in the dark, snap stick monarch
(Jet, jet, jet, jet...)
Is it time? (Shh-Shh Shh)
Yeah-yeah
[Verse 2: Centient]
And now they wanna ask me how I'm entertained with it
Need a new vice, rap went plain with it
Need a new king, game went insane shit
Bitch I'm Luke Cage, never had a bullet in him (huh)
Heard someone squashed beef, I don't play the same
I'll be in the dark, bravo six, 'fore you feel the pain
Choosing your court, from the four, I don't need the paint
Listen my swishes, on ignitions, let me hear you say
Run, 'fore you find shit, tombstones on my fist
Wonder I'm alive, dug my way out bedrock, bitch
Spike top like brock, uh
Jump 'em when he walk, uh
On a new level, you in trouble you not equipped
New whip, zero to hundred butterfly I'm sick
Raw shit, tell me a rapper who got all my quips
Write this, don't need no pen, I keep the mind quick
Righteous, your bows and arrows cool but ain't my drip
Gimmie one second I'ma wreck it I don't play it boy
Semi on deck, my Tekken super Saiyan boy
Teaching my lesson, 'fore I bless em, yeah that student boring
Speaking out my breath and this session, got out the 'Stu and touring
[Chorus 2: Centient]
First when they walk up, hit you with a stance
Second-hand clock up time in advance
Buzzer-beater hit you like the ball's out of hand
When I'm dunkin' on the opposition, tunnel vision p- (wait)
Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah hah
Centient, A.K.A, Wonder Bread
Yeah-yeah, yeah hah, Ahh
(Centient on another one!)
[Chorus 1: Centient]
First when they walk up, hit you with a stance
Second-hand clock up time in advance
Buzzer-beater hit you like the ball's out of hand
When I'm dunkin' on the opposition, tunnel vision plans, okay
Bet you thinkin' that I'm messing with the wrong crew
Long-bottom rapper guess it's been a long way through
Couple days, I'll be at the Grammys while they gaze at me
Thought you had a problem now they want the damn proof
Flexing hotter than the south-side mid-summer
Want beef, hot rice, cooked up bangers
If any other motherfuckers wanna rap, wonder
Who's got bread? Not me, white wonder
She had be rise up, yeast, that's my runner
See me glowing in the dark, snap stick monarch
(Jet, jet, jet, jet...)
Is it time? (Shh-Shh Shh)
Yeah-yeah
[Verse 2: Centient]
And now they wanna ask me how I'm entertained with it
Need a new vice, rap went plain with it
Need a new king, game went insane shit
Bitch I'm Luke Cage, never had a bullet in him (huh)
Heard someone squashed beef, I don't play the same
I'll be in the dark, bravo six, 'fore you feel the pain
Choosing your court, from the four, I don't need the paint
Listen my swishes, on ignitions, let me hear you say
Run, 'fore you find shit, tombstones on my fist
Wonder I'm alive, dug my way out bedrock, bitch
Spike top like brock, uh
Jump 'em when he walk, uh
On a new level, you in trouble you not equipped
New whip, zero to hundred butterfly I'm sick
Raw shit, tell me a rapper who got all my quips
Write this, don't need no pen, I keep the mind quick
Righteous, your bows and arrows cool but ain't my drip
Gimmie one second I'ma wreck it I don't play it boy
Semi on deck, my Tekken super Saiyan boy
Teaching my lesson, 'fore I bless em, yeah that student boring
Speaking out my breath and this session, got out the 'Stu and touring
[Chorus 2: Centient]
First when they walk up, hit you with a stance
Second-hand clock up time in advance
Buzzer-beater hit you like the ball's out of hand
When I'm dunkin' on the opposition, tunnel vision p- (wait)
( Centient )
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