Just Bars

I undergo a metamorphosis, adrenaline coursing In every endorphin whenever I begin the recording Penning in elements, well I'm swell at this every morning Eventually touring shore to shore, till then I been snoring I've never been friends with more than a quarter of four real emcees So we can be buddies but it doesn't mean your fuckin' lyrics deep I really can freak and beat up a beat whenever I steal with the Thief So maybe you're taking your reputation way too seriously You feeling me? I be up and I'm really speaking I'm geeking but you have no Eyedea my abilities The leader of my facility, will I be impressed with the filth I see? Prolly not you novices jocking the mic to reveal you're weak I'm bored with you, I'm sticking with The Boiler Room Put on my garden gloves, getting more hoes than a mormon do Of course you're blue, hoarse and remorseful when I tore the boom-bap apart You rappers are plastic, I'm born to torture you You really don't want it to be a lot of the beef if caught up with me I gotta be stomping it clean predominantly whenever you're starting it, B When I get a bothering I can be kind of a mean spirit You hear it? I'm honestly godly kid, fall upon your knees So what are you tryna be besides the glee club captain? You even sucked a lot of the D before your team was rapping Making the wack kids obsolete and probably snapping Attack 'em with battle axes till I'm the last on the axis And that's it, the jig is up Really I don't give a f*ck So if you feel the same then get waving and put your fingers up See I've been getting buck, though I'm not really getting bucks Oh deer, the coast's clear, I don't fear you sitting ducks Isn't I insidious when I bust? Kid I must be You acting like I'm rapping at maximum? Shit, I'm rusty You crabs are acting crusty, don't f*ck with me buddy, trust me I'm lusting for blood and hungry, just might have to eat you up see? Give me a minute when half asleep, diminish the air that I have to breathe Do whatever you gotta be, I'ma be still crafting a masterpiece Whoever said the grass is greener and cleaner Over there apparently never seen the other side of the trash heap I keep seeing people claim to be woke that act sheep But just because you roll with wolves don't mean you're in the pack G So while you're borrowing cash for gas for your dad's jeep I'm casually posted in lavish limos in the back seat That or I'm driving a scrapper pile of crap And going back and forth from rocking to mediocrity just like that One minute I'm giving a killer performance and touring The next I'm dying of boredom trying to score tiny morsels like, "What? I rap?" F*ck it, I love it, I'm picking the pen up for the fun of it Making a fool of me truly any time I'm in public When I rhyme I'm insufferable, one tough little son of a bitch Who'd get a competitor pissed at any event whenever and get 'em to quit Yup, I do flex, I'm too vexed if you're hard But I've been tuff with two F's since I got my first report card Son, I'm more raw than pork off the bone slaughtered Seconds ago, still tryna draw breath although its own throat's sawed up Colder than snow water, but homie nobody's hotter I told you, I'm supernova exploding over you squalors A ronin going alone and knowing he'd grown his own honor Don't bother approaching, I'll leave a teetering foe tottered Hah, it's like that Go play with your iPad The minute I'm settling into the set I'ma never be giving the mic back My weakest frees easily beat your peaking climax So fight back, you'll find that you're finna be sent on a flight path I rap with intention, to create a great invention You can replay again and again over your engines into ascension The breadwinner, I been iller than ten Illidans Mention I got a head bigger than Ben Stiller You best give him attention Bring it back when I kick that rap Breath so bad I'ma need a tic-tac Beat it competing when I'm impeding all the people Got 'em bleeding defeated when I'ma spit that crack Lick this sack and my big dick Yeah the kid's sick when I sit and nitpick the track Let me get a little minute to deliver the sentiment That you been about as threatening as picnic snacks It's sad, nitwits thinking they're big shit When they get a little pat on the back Slap on the rag, back on the pad Wack and a crap rapper that lack on a track Got a knack to react I don't gotta ask to enact an attack Why they gotta blather 'bout a swagger? Scatter 'fore I'm cracking your neck with a bat So what it do Winnie the fuckin' Pooh, whats up with you? Your buckle's always set to "M" for mini, shit, I'm double you Doesn't it trouble you sucking so fuckin' much boo boo? Believe me, even Hubble can't see me, I bring the ruckus fool Slamming a cold one, I'm prone to bring pandemonium Told you I'm Vegito and Broly mixing with Obi-Wan 'till I am the only one holding a microphone I come throwing bunches of punches, you punks are lunches It's over son