BEDROCK

Uh Hahahaha Yo Locally I'm reaching legendary status And vocally, I'm hoping y'all emcees know who been the baddest Ain't got no time for these Milli Vanilli background actors Climbing the ladders, like a vine climbing a lattice Fence, sellin' 'em a false pretense And everybody pretends that the lyrics have all made sense I ain't tryna make cents or dollars, how many followers I got Never going to bother the father and son dynamic That I manage to cripple your bandwidth with Holding 'em by the collar, A scholar, A gentleman Who's never ever been gentle with the sentiment I'm paying 'em for the rental wit' I do not, own this mic But tonight, I'm gonna break it I'm takin' it home wit' me despite the advice I been given I'm livin' inside of a different division I'm figurin' out the game, make sure you pronounce the name Its Gavin Breen The mic grabbin' machine Last name wit' a B not a G Not like the colour, word to ya motha Uh-huh, yo Open the soul's window put a candle in it Uh Whole world man I stand to win it I'm channelin' incidentals when I'm handling instrumentals Wit' the contents that I bled from my pens and pencils Use a mic like an extendable utensil Late night, bringing light to the valley of death'll leave 'em all confused You stepping up into heaven? Better remove your shoes Put some respect on my headtop Too many pop artists talkin' 'bout makin' a bed rock While I'm bringin' Hip-Hop bars hittin' harder than bedrock Ev-e-ry time that my pen drops Uh Steadily climbing setting every line Into place like my days on assembly lines What I provide a heavily reclining slow riding vibe With impeccable timing UH Never gonna be signed I'm low profilin' Better unrefined, non-compromising Making y'all decide If you and me are equal, I'm really tryna remind A mind controlled generation to remain patient I'm David Blaine getting blue in the face But I remain persistent Consistently the illest emcee in existence Reminiscent of what's missin' Hit the stage and I'm viscous Realest in the business Leaning careers up like a bunch of dirty dishes I don't need sixteen beat switches To speak what I mean so listen I got the family eating off the meaning Of the words I put into a verse The whole world's repeatin' 'em I don't curse I'm feedin' 'em whole words Makin' the pot hot, but I had to make it cold, first One take baby Uh Ha, word to ya motha