Lyricist

Hey yo, have you heard of me yet, say no, ok, but I'm willing to bet,

That you've heard of mumble rap,

it's the tree and em the axe,

It's just like tech said, let the boys rap,

sure I'll let them rap,

then I'll look up the beat,

and shame their wack track,

sorry man it's personal,

sorry but I'm hurtin y'all,

that ain't no hall of fame your seeing the inverted hall,

yours it's wack,

mine it's rap,

and I am reversin all,

make a track to clear it up so now I am diss person all,

especially token,

Nobodies really hearing y'all,

gotta prove myself with lyrics,

got a new used set up hear it,

bought a brand new label read it,

except mommy I'm not ascending now im here so you can call me Jesus,

but does it really matter yup,

I'm seeing a pope and a pastor,

try rapping a little bit faster but,

your seeing religion as master,

but religion a BITCH, here is a hoe you may have her,

I'm looking down upon rappers,

who do not write with a meaning,

then acting as though it don't matter,

they repurposed the purpose and raps purpose their defeating,

they have inverted inertia its like the atoms rearranging the

science papers my lord,

I be hating the people like that,

they have no respect for the craft,

I swear to god they have made it because of their parent or guardian's cash,

I tear apart their decisions in each and every last one of their raps,

I have deciphered the fact and the figure that really they do not know crap

but my side they really know rap,

Every time I flow and dangerous,

people think they do better well then rate this,

parents died and then you say you hate this,

pay rents owed a debt you gotta pay it,

Spending pennies they were wasted,

you could have spent pennies to pay rent but your on your own so please

thank your parents,

sorry 'bout your mortgage payments,

 

*Verse Two*

 

I'm feeling sick of the people,

but my feelings deceitful,

Moses couldn't have meant to,

lead the stupidest people,

but the choppers need those just so we can cut the coppa's sea hose,

plain and simple I have seen hoes,

to be honest I don't need those,

lucky me If I don't meet those,

you be sorry we been sleeping but I be sorry you've been sleep though,

In a comfy bed, with your hubby not with me ho,

put pins in your head, just to give you pins and needles,

skin be getting red, hey was that because of me ho,

finished at the end, all the credits saying me ho,

you don't get the credit, plus the debit sticks with me ho,

go pick up that lead, Heavy metal ain't for me ho,

take the squirrel's head, but the nuts belong to me ho,

let me take a faster tempo

them a shake a master hell no

then escape a pastor men know

Jenna sighed and passed her death note

Identified the rapper red coats

intensify the Tampa red notes,

rectify the tampon's head those

identify what grandma said though

pinch my pen when grandpa said No,

 

*pause for two snare iterations*

 

Look,

I'm not one to judge without the help of jury,

but I'm one to rush and execute in a hurry,

numb to all the hush and murdering without mercy,

please can you shut up for I make you suffer like madame curie,

 

come on break it down,

someone underground,

some chop up the sound,

the choppers keep round,

you wanna know how,

we got underground,

listen to that sound,

we are landmines clown,

we in here and now,

your just why and how,

single shot kapow,

goodbye fear and frown,

I won't need you now,

 

Now for those of you who wonder,

how Wishful Thinking is hunter,

please count two one hundred,

and now you will think and wonder,

why you don't feel one hundred,

and the hell was all that thunder,

now look down at your stomach,

bye bye you stupid fucker,

 

alright enough of the mid section

like the killer you had big sex with

never answer pop up tinder swipe,

especially from the infamous,

freak killer Charles Man sin

 

* wait for two snare iterations*

 

Flipping the fraudulent felons

onto the tops of their melons

cracking them open then selling',

buy one your getting two separate,

 

making a show of the fact

that I know how to rap

and I will not chillax

in the back with a pad

and a pencil im mad

at the people who think that

they understand the craft

really its striking a

nerve and I'm getting sad

for the bitches who think I

don't see what they doing at

the subway station in

Paris not slick when he slits his

wrist in the back of the pub the memories I remiss as

kid are insane I'm mentally feeble you think I'm in pain,

 

*pause for two snare iterations*

 

some people don't know when to say,

how much are you going to take,

some people be losing their way,

just to see if shit's fake,

really they focusing on,

all of the money you make,

not too much else I can say,

I hope you liked my track,

it took me a couple of days

 

uh,

 

I'm going out with a bang,

 

I hope your hearing this and that mumble rappers fearing this I heard

you mirror this well listen what my lyrics is pay attention im a lyricist *x2*