Higher

Now tell me if you really give a shit about the mainstream? I could say some shit to make you mother fuckers hate me I could do some shit to make a mother fuckers pay me I can make it look so easy, but you ain't me You can't rock, you babies soft You can't walk, you barely can crawl Go rock-a-bye baby I can make the bed rock, til the bedrock Goes and Breaks free You see me, up beating beats You see me, up eating sheets You wanna be hot shit Packing no heat But your flow, is so, ugly to me Like jeez Mo-fucka please Who are these Wack wanna-bes MCs I'm gonna be that Beast, up leading sheep into Silence Of the lambs I am here to murder Everything you heard of Everything you worked for I'm, squaring off your circle Pull up with the straps like you're name Steve Urkel Better, lift em, higher I know It's your, claim to, fire I hope That you come play the part But be sure to raise your bars Higher Cuz, I'm the Kind of rhymer To kill off any wanna be writer Hunting for them ghosts Like I'm Pac-Man, wacka wacka As I walk the walk Coming to tap dance on em Talk the talk As I back hand on em There's a fat chance I'mma Clap hands for em Put that trash in the trash can I am here to wrap up your rap slurs You will know I'm a rapper Fucking up you actors Click-baiting patterns Stacking up your cash off that 'wanna-be' factor None of you are slashers None of you matter in the long Shit, Come on son Real recognize real And the real realize, how you reel lives, with some real lies Cuz we see you and your weak crew through some real eyes As we're turning any beef into beef stew real nice You Better not f*ck around Or I'm gonna shut you down You are just a fucking frown Puppets clown Hush your sound now Rush the count down Quit your shit You ain't tough enough You're the type to type a reply But won't say shit eye to eye Cuz you know my rhymes came to Murder Everything you heard of Everything you worked for I'm, squaring off your circle Pull up with the straps like you're name Steve Urkel. Better, lift em, higher I know It's your, claim to, fire I hope That you come play the part But be sure to raise your bars Everything you heard of Everything you worked for I'm, squaring off your circle Pull up with the straps like you're name Steve Urkel. Better, lift em, higher I know It's your, claim to, fire I hope That you come play the part But be sure to raise your bars