Run Up

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I don't think you ready for the shit I be droppin' right now

 

'Cuz these other rappers think they be better than me, somehow

 

Acknowledge me as the King, bitch you better bow

 

Y'all should just go ahead, and throw in the towel

 

Only I in this, there is no U, not every vowel

 

Diggin' your grave slowly, like I'm usin' a trowel

 

Actin' like you never heard these words, Thomas Howell

 

Shots fired like some free throws cuz' you did me foul

 

Seeing every one of your flaws, got that vision like an owl

 

L-L-L-Lookin' for weak points, I'm on the prowl

 

Let's move on from that shit, cuz' it's gettin' stale

 

Spittin' these bars even though my skin is pale

 

Not afraid to call your bitch out too, cuz' she a whale

 

She broke that scale, man what a fail

 

Kanye, she swallowed the Holy Grail, get her to exhale

 

But hey man, I'm just talkin' shit

 

Gettin' this party lit, your bitch ain't fit

 

Whoops I forgot I left that shit behind me

 

Directing my flow, like my name is Spike Lee

 

Will I roast your ass, that shit is likely

 

Don't take it lightly, come on and fight me

 

I'll lyrically murder ya times over, call that a *Killing Spree sound effect*

 

Laps ahead of the others, I'm in that Grand Prix

 

Floatin' like a butterfly, sting ya like a bee

 

Shout out to Ali, The boxin' version of Ghandi

 

Salvador Dali, Bruce Lee

 

But fuck 'em all, I'll scream it 'til I die like a Banshee

 

'Cuz this rap is carefree, and it's all good

 

Run up on me, I wish a motherfucka would