Proceed With Caution

Hook~

I know they want me back, (who doesn’t?)

They know I can like rap, (but you can’t)

I can take a trip just like Ted Cruz

I’ll take a sip of that jet booze

But just don’t get your head loose

You better proceed with caution

Even if you think your pen’s juiced.

 

Red smoke from my lungs, dead folks on the lawn, I have YALL heads soaked from my thoughts as I spit dope songs on dock

Chest strokes far beyond Central Park’s front yard, I’m wearing wet coats with some bombs & I’m sick of yall dumb drops

With a lot bunch of stuff that has a title that doesn’t even go with the lyrics

Dips on the Glock to stunt your asses, my left side cerebral hemispheres

In used to invoke a dose of pain from my mouth while I use the first amendment

Out here making arrangements of your funeral just to freaking hurt a racist

Bastard of hiphop that only invite their guests, I’m way faster than click clocks

I double time the flow override the tone as your mouth is fasten like ziplocks

Two fingers pressing against each other to zip your Goddamn big lips up

Awww, I’ve been gone for three months without a single rap wrote

Y’all attack is a grenade thats 900 ft away and each shrapnel

Missed it’s target by a long range, I guess your testing is scrap tho

Been a while since I dropped, yeah I had my head in spiraled since my thoughts

Attended to a friend or two album debuts..

Big parties, shots of Bacardi that had all of me left denial since the clock

Kept tickin’ as my pen’s clickin’ when my thumb pressed it down and up

Moving with motion just as my head’s rolling emotions around the top

Developed the build up of writer’s blocks, so heavily I needed tire chalks

Hold it from rolling more, the fire’s gone and cowards sung wild songs

Mentioning my name, questioning my place to see I’m br-breathing okay

If you’re gonna be addressing by name to go on and start messing with a page

Of your best performance, I’ll set my less perk for when you decided it’s time to get raped like Jennifer Lawrence....

All tied up in the bed as I’m lining up my dick and keep pressing till I’m dead

She’s the red sparrow, so all this is kept under the table’s legging I had bent

Just wait the next drop of style is going back to the times of Kris Kross

All I have to do is zip it down from the back and bam my dick struck

Y’all act like it’s a sitcom with thick thots from TikTok, I’m sick of....

Damn, I think of about how long I’ve been on this rappad shit

I remembering when I had that shift when I tried to pat backs then

Making helpful songs for ya, then y’all hated me back-back when

I was trying to find my identity

I kept writing my rhymes to infinity

 

Hook~

I know they want me back, (who doesn’t?)

They know I can like rap, (but you can’t)

I can take a trip just like Ted Cruz

I’ll take a sip of that jet booze

But just don’t get your head loose

You better proceed with caution

Even if you think your pen’s juiced.

 

 

I’m on a different mode, I’m having a hard time to let it go as I let this fold

I’m about to spit a whole verse about me finally out here breaking toes

On my feet while walking on eggshells, feet ankled like I’m pigeon-toed

Have this uncertain minded bitch to start peeling your uncircumcised limpdick

Like a banana with the tip of nails go dip in there and used a butter knife, strip it

You got protection under your condom already so why even use one

Set the fuse on, left a few boxes empty in the corner, I also let out fumes

While having my car on in your garage after crashing through it

Yes this track is music and I am just a damn rapping nuisance

I know y’all expected me to shine, but my ejector seat’s designed to send me off

I got no one to piss me off, no one to diss me cause I’m literally sick of y’all

I already given you L, I make you a living of hell, I’ve done flick’ em all

Yeah, yeah,

These dumb asses tryin pump action, I’m obnoxious and nasty with da flows

Someone pass me all that coke to absorb with a snort, I’m trapping all you hoes

Inside this dog house with a peephole big enough for you to suck my dick

Ignite my blunt out near the people who had thought they’ll be popping lead

At me but sadly I’m already too high and relax to react to these coming threats

It should be common sense that if I respond, it’ll be beyond your level

I get mix feelings like when baking soda meets vinegar, I become your devil

As I erupt a little I disarmed the several rebels barrels, haters belong to dreadful

Living conditions like the Sierra desert, and I’m taking like a handful of mentos

Add some Diet Coke and that’s why my whole damn mind explodes

Damn, that shit is sugar free, with a bit caffeine that lights a hole

For me to be opened minded I guess, but this rap is for fight for goat

Man rappers really think they’re the shit

But y’all can barely spit their own shit

Regardless I’m taking the stairs of lift

Because I’m gonna reach the heights either by flight or a press of a button

My mind is suppressed by a rotten spark of rhymes that express like an thousand

Wild thoughts that’ll kick your ass in any cypher or actual rap beefs

Fuck my rap sheets crashing passing all these dumbass peeps

For what you did recently, and for you that was (outstanding) from a peephole view

Just take a few steps back and enjoy the rain of your downfall and steep holes, you

How I had to peek on you is nowhere as near as far I have peaked

You’re far outta league, you ain’t ready any those scars to go bleed

Ain’t no one got the mark of the beast but a monster can but understand that underhand is bars that’ll defeat~ all of ya.

 

Hook~

I know they want me back, (who doesn’t?)

They know I can like rap, (but you can’t)

I can take a trip just like Ted Cruz

I’ll take a sip of that jet booze

But just don’t get your head loose

You better proceed with caution

Even if you think your pen’s juiced.

 

 

 

So I don’t wanna hear it anymore about me taking breaks~ fuck you~ let me see you write some shit like Rap Savior, bitch!