Heater
(专辑: Through The Static - 2019)
Yeah, see every fucking thing I
write I
know the
fans love it You sound like everybody else, just a
drop in the
bucket Fucking nothing can stop me this shit inevitable Never go up against someone who might be impenetrable That's a
no-no, I
don't know though, y'all asleep just grab the
notes or walk it off like Sam & Frodo I'm a
keep it on the
low-low You a
flop, Solo, I'm a
rhyme crusher a
fucking dying breed, yeah I'm a
blockbuster I
be on my shit like there he go again, don't battle me mother fucker see I
ain't got no friends I
don't got no hobbies, all I've got is time so I
won't hesitate to spend a
weekend on a
single line See I'm a
fickle bitch, don't make me hit the
switch, I
will go off on any beat just listen to pickle rick And I
make it look simple, but it really isn't, imagine Neal DeGrasse Tyson talking 'bout astrophysics Fuck it it's back to business, making some brash decisions if you want to get to me you gotta cross some burning bridges Vision and skill to meet it, homie respect the
booth, I'm Kevin Feige on the
beat building my MCU (Because this is, like, my own universe, you know what I'm saying?) Yeah I'm, probably the
next I, don't really give a
fuck about the
industry like all the
rest try So follow me I
can promise you'll be left in the
dust, and I'll leave your family crying more than watching This Is Us Heavily hated because some people really think I
made it, but I
barely sell and rarely get noticed in public places I'm trying to pop like it's a
bottle of Champagne in faces, man I'm on the
up and up and your career is Nicholas Cage's, woo! (That is Cameron Poe, a
parolee hitching a
ride home) I
tell you it's spacious sitting at the
top, and I
like watching all those faces when the
music drops You're Michael Bay, I'm Chris Nolan [?] wouldn't steal his plot. You couldn't even afford a
seat up on my train of thought Yeah, deal with it, when I
be up on a
mic I'm killing it feeling a
burst of skill and you feeling it knowing I'll always be keeping it real and it's just Simply the
etiquette when I
be up on a
beat and I'm getting it you better step back and respect it cos this is party time, excellent! Yeah it's my world, they said this shit knocks, I'm the
bomb you might find me up in Obama's mail box Uh, you keep your opinion to yourself, pimping, listen to lyrics get that mumble shit out of your system The
only time I
see some paint on my whip dripping, is when I'm dipping into an eighth of Psilocybe and tripping Eh, loving the
way every day they just keep talking, I'm looking at them, going in like MGK and Eminem Pick up the
pen I'm a
modern day miracle of sorts, tell them to flame on and they Marvel, I
am the
Human Torch You talking dreams but you're scared to get off your stupid porch, and I
just made a
living off pulling the
cart before the
horse And you support this shit, thank you I'm feeling fortunate, they say that boy is sick like my head is in a
bowl of porcelain I'm bored of writing songs so I'm buying a
ouija board and conjuring a
spirit and starting a
band with some zombie corpses in it If I
get a
hold of Chester, Mac Miller, Avicii, Aretha, Prodigy and [?] only playing clubs in Ibiza You all claim woke, but you still sleeping, you must be joking, Joaquin Phoenix Shout out to Tec, your shit's great, rewind this it might just be a
boomerang A
rock star without the
fame I'm a
mosh pit, fucking your universe up, I'm Rian Johsnon Back to the
nonsense, bitch please don't kill my vibe, I
only love my bed my mum and fuck it never mind Yeah, and now we're hearing record label talks, see they don't open doors, I
am the
one who knocks We used to spend entire days playing Tony Hawk, and now the
nerds in your class are the
one's getting jocked, woo I'm taking Joyner, G-Eazy and Logic, Sage, Slug, Vinnie Paz, Futuristic and Hopsin. Mix in some emo shit, some anger some angst and some comments, then you got me, 72 bars dropping (Yeah, go back and count em. There'll still be someone in the
comments section talking shit, that's cool man I
get it. I
love you)