Whatever Man (feat. Beat It Up Prod)

O.S.F Beat It Up Prod on the beat yo Now look See, I see a lot of haters out there man They wanna be hatin' on your boy, man Why you hatin' on me for though, man For real, man Like, come on, man You already know what it is Look Sick raps GOAT status I been that, you know that So admit that I'm toe-tagging I spit crack and I'll hold ransom I'll kidnap this whole game NoMercy a no name But to blow up ain't no thang I got fire and propane Dope lines Cocaine I'll Shang Tsung your soul train No lie, I don't play It's cold rhymes on most days I go hard Stone age Kill a track then crack open a cold case A lot of bodies they still unable to locate No trace Find me in a flow state Whether high speeds or a slow pace I'm a fire breather I spoke flame Get your mind blown like Cobain You're reachin' nirvana the astral plane As I'm tearin' the track in half And I tell it Bye Both ways Life insurance, copay I'm a killah Ghost face Hip-hop is my domain I hold that ho by a choke chain You think you next (necks) I'm Sweeney Todd Close shave Haters say I'm not that good though Okay Whatever man You try to downplay LA Whatever man You say my skill ain't that great Whatever man You just mad Cause I'm so fly That I'll never land And when it pan out You'll want a second chance Like I knew you was the truth Yeah Whatever man And nobody want no smoke Not even second hand So all that negativity Is whatever man Get back My patience slim fast Running thin on You riff-raff You tongue click When you spit trash I can come in I can diss track Your whole crew Blow back what you won't do Cause your flow's average And you'll lose I'm ultra instinct Goku Y'all ain't even Kid Gohan I'll shred y'all like coleslaw My flow raw Every time I get next to mics They like oh god Here it comes He about to rip it like a ticket stub All my doubters listen I am sick enough To break the algorithm When I'm spittin' stuff I don't bow to limits I just pick it up Then hit him with that purple rain Caution Mortal Kombat Not Prince 'Less you talking about Goro Hit him with my forearm You morons And cornballs I ignore y'all Cause you couldn't face me If you was Zordon I'd torch y'all Your delivery door dash Mine Amazon Prime I'm the total package You a doormat I've been rockin' the flames so long Nobody can see me I'm the forecast Fantastic Whether or not You agree But sayin' the boy whack What What you say Whatever man You try to downplay LA Whatever man You say my skill ain't that great Whatever man You just mad Cause I'm so fly That I'll never land And when it pan out You'll want a second chance Like I knew you was the truth Yeah Whatever man And nobody want no smoke Not even second hand So all that negativity Is whatever man Whatever Ha ha ha ha For real tho It's crazy man Like come on man You know I, you know I got that heat dawg You know I got that heat You know that Why you even playing dawg? These people out here playing man They're playing dawg Beat It Up Prod what up homie!? Let's go! Yeah OSF man Yeah NoMercy