Strong
(专辑: The Under Classmen - 2010)
[Intro:] Yeah [Verse 1: Chris Webby] Uh, I'm rolling up, steady blazing good With more bars than an Irish neighborhood You wanna step, I
wouldn't say you should So homie, step aside, I
got 'em petrified I
run circles around rappers for exercise I
got the
best supplies, puff puff passing it Rapping it immaculate, on point, accurate Passionate, every last technique I
mastered it So I'm ready for war, Montagues and Capulets But this ain't Shakespeare, I've been rapping for more than eight years Eleven in fact, homie so stay clear These new rappers think they can see me with a
sentence So I
call 'em out, like a
teacher doing attendance I'm nobody's apprentice, I
learned it all from practice I
knew in sixth grade that I
be following this rap shit And back then Webby killed it with rhyme Giving listeners goosebumps like I'm R. L. Stein Grind! [Chorus: x2] So strong on the
mic Armed for a
fight Never seen somebody go this fucking hard in ya life [Verse 2: Chris Webby] You see I
used to bag O's like General Mills Now I'm on a
paper chase for those federal bills Cop kush in large quantity, never seen me buy a
gram Hard body like Downey Jr. in Iron Man I'm a
war machine, smoother than Aquaform Killing 'em like Aries, I'm the
God of war Got some Gabogool Macaroni meatball Italiano's on the
mic until the
beat stalls I
make 'em freefall, don't need a
parachute I'm going in with a
suit of armor and a
pair of boots I'm no Bear Jew but Webby will scare you Every ligament I'm gonna tear you, there you Go, try to outdo me, how dare yo I
blow 'em out like a
Jersey Shore hairdo I
spit it dope of course, let me hold the
torch Enough power inside me to battle Voldemort [Chorus: x2] So strong on the
mic Armed for a
fight Never seen somebody go this fucking hard in ya life [Verse 3: D. Lector] I'm high up in the
clouds and I'm hiding in the
NASA spacecraft With a
pint of gin, product of my environment Writing with the
eye of the
tiger and I've been rhyming since Well, before my first Flintstone vitamin Leave you lying in a
bloody mess like Tiny Tim Legs dangling like snapped strings on a
violin Tatted like Iverson, Klonopin's colliding in My stomach full of JD, Vicodin and Heineken King of pop, I
caught his rifle, MJ is frightening So beat it, or get jacked son, don't make me bring Michael in Fucked up, I
might have been, shut up, you're lighter than a
lighter I
sound like a
muscle car idling Fucking nasty, raspy as Ras Kass combined with Cannabis Mixed with white trash and hasheesh A
dog like Lassie, the
type to fuck Mary Kate Raw in the
ass and pass the
camera to Ashley [Chorus: x3] So strong on the
mic Armed for a
fight Never seen somebody go this fucking hard in ya life