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Chris Webby

Master Plan

 

Master Plan

(album: 28 Wednesdays Later - 2020)


Yeah, Webby

Yeah, I'm dropping in like a half pipe (Yeah)
And I got my raps tight, better act right (Yeah)
Any situation that's involving that mic
I'm showing up like cum in a black light
Pause, killing it, committed for murder
I spit it hot, hear that sizzle like you flipping a burger
Even as a fucking baby while I'm dribbling Gerber
I have your bitch in a whip like the catalytic converter (Skrrt)
And I'm ripping it properly, tell you bitches I'm honestly
The sickest, I gotta be someone you list in mythology
With the gods of the game while I been fulfilling my prophecy
Feel the velocity hitting your body, your chance of living
Is probably very small, I'm a frigging anomaly
Illest and independent, individual oddity
Took shots, now they studying my cinematography
Rap prodigy, bitch I'm a commodity, or so they say...

Who's that man with the master plan? (Webby!)
Enough fans that'll pack the stands
I get my money in the cash advance until it snaps the bands
So let me go and tell they ass again, I said
Who's that man with the master plan? (Webby!)
Who very few are better rappers than
I'm on point like a javelin, I never pass, Durant
So let me snap again, now turn me up

Yeah, y'all just better quick with the nonsense
Fucking with me is something like kicking a wasp nest
I'm something to see like Big Foot or the Loch Ness
Kill all my competitors, so baby who want next? (Yeah)
Bitch I'm 'bout to blow, you can call this a bomb threat
Gentrification the way you're moving these projects
Album after album, I been getting these large checks
And put that dough to work, come and see what my stocks net
If you ain't in on the Webby train, you shoulda came
We on top, rolling up these pharmaceutical strains (Yeah)
I'm so white that you can see the fucking blue in my veins
But what I do with this microphone is a beautiful thing
Getting green like the triangle button on PlayStation
I'm a beast, I ain't lying or bluffing, if they hating
Let 'em speak, while I fire up the oven, evacuation
Is the only way you could save 'em, I end the conversation, like

Who's that man with the master plan? (Webby!)
Enough fans that'll pack the stands
I get my money in the cash advance until it snaps the bands
So let me go and tell they ass again, I said
Who's that man with the master plan? (Webby!)
Who very few are better rappers than
I'm on point like a javelin, I never pass, Durant
So let me snap again, now turn me up

done

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