100 Bars For Breakfast

(album: The Man, The Myth, The Legend. - 2022)

Yeah
Raps butterbean, baby
A hundred bars, for breakfast too
And this only the appetizer
Wait til you see the fucking dessert, man
Yo

They say I'm something like a creep in disguise
A Canadian thoroughbred, throw some cheese on the fries
With some gravy, and then maybe you can see the routine
These bitch rappers getting served like a pound of poutine
I'm out in the V, demolish 'em for doubting my dreams
How could it be? I turn a hater's whole house to debris
Ugh, I grab a pen and realign the design
And really that was just so you could see my mind when I rhyme
Aside from the crime, my city's getting rowdy with time
How could I lie? This is the everyday mountain I climb
Yo the struggle's uphill, and we running one drill
On the come-up some still use a gun to cut deals
This is nothing but skill, motherfukers can't chill
Cause the hunger is real, making money off meals
And I hate it, play it, society's so makeshift
Annihilate the basics, I'm trying to make some changes
If I could make 'em hate this, then I don't need to say shit
I'm boxing-in their faces for talking shit so tasteless
Yo, they say I'm back like I never left
Rap mixed with Megadeth, mask and a bayonet
I do it big though, really I'm large
A fat motherfucker gut about as big as my arms
I'm living on Mars, I'm feeling it with Phillies cigars
Dealing my cards, so persistent when I'm spitting my bars, uuh
I'm sick of being that dude taken for granted
My dues paid in establishing troops making them panic
I choose to keep it cool as a tool I use to manage
These fools that break the rules get boo'ed until they vanish
I'm cold-hearted, rough around the edges
Talking top 5, then I'm someone you should mention
Spit the type of raw shit some might get upset with
I did it on my own, now I'm cutting-up the guest list
This right here's the return of the mac
Burning a match and turning all your furniture black
Merk is on crack, I certainly been murdering tracks
Curtains get slashed, I work it like I served in Iraq
They only care about the buzz that you generate
And never seem to notice if you're fucked in a mental-state
Well here's my nuts you can come get a better taste
Run from the heavyweights, cause cunts I will penetrate
I'm a retarded kamikaze with a deathwish
It's got me doing oxycontin, often it's a headtrip
It's probable I've honestly been bodying your best shit
A bottle full of lager and I'm off to see my next bitch
Yeah, I'm like a chemist in the lab
An unleashed beast when my pen is to the pad
I'm never getting mad over stereotypes
But I'll break your fucking spine if you stare at me twice
Look, don't be mistaken, I need a break and I'm eating bacon
A demon waiting to meet with Satan, I see him faking
A sharpshooter shooting shots at the government
Water in a pot so hot that it's bubbling
Came-up from nothing, we on top so we rub it in
G-Shock watch and I bought me some butter Tims'
I got a couple friends now that I still know
My sound's getting ill so they hound me to chill though
But they ain't ever come around when my bills low
Which leads me to think y'all ain't down with me still, so
I move on from it, accomplishing the same goals
Case closed: I make dough, you getting bank loans
Enjoy the scenery, they're feeding me a bunch of dirt
I do it easily, they're bleeding me for what it's worth
So don't get caught up in the flurry of the war-zone
Half these motherfuckers too worried 'bout their wardrobe
Now I'mma bring it back quick like a boomerang
Got your chick seated on my dick watching Pootie Tang
Yeah we doing things, you are just a username
From the West to the East, where all the Newfies hang
I never sleep cause this planet isn't safe
My doc told me that insanity's the case
So you would probably panic if I had you in my place
My flow cause static, damage half the human race
I'm a night-walker, and I'm scared of the sunshine
I write it proper; pussy, you'll get buried in punchlines
My flow's hotter than a sauna at a hundred-fifty
So come and get me, you sissies ain't really fucking with me
You need to cut the shit, drop the mic and cut your wrists
Your chick is like the Snufalufagus of sucking dick
Fuck is this? I think he's going insane
Holes in my brain, and I don't even know my own name
We some raw spitters, the squad with us, you all glitter
Bar killers and broad getters, you dog's bitter
Yeah, one shot'll leave your helmet cracked
This some real shit, and I done been from here to hell and back
I'm number one and I don't need a ho to tell me that
A young Biggie, you're annoying like Rebecca Black
You little kiddies do nothing but complain
I'm sick, leave your slut's butt covered in cum stains
I'm mundane, but I make it pop like a gun range
I'm done playing, see me on the run for some chump change
You should know that you don't wanna try to challenge 'er
These rappers are more make-believe than a Mayan calender
I got a higher stamina for flying by these amateurs
Yeah I'm the guy from Canada so how can I be mad at 'cha?
Stompdown Killa gorillas, we on the map bruh
These other cats running track tryna catch up
Young Merkules certainly come to murder beats
No courtesy, he perfectly earnestly do it purposely
Bugging nervously, lurk the street, there's no adversity
Sure to eat if you're versing me, merk MC's in the third-degree
BANG!

Yeah
It's the kid Merkules
Bacon over bitches
Stompdown Killas
Van-city, what up
Van-city, what up