The 5th installment of the Raising The Bar series.
LYRICS:
Grown man, don’t need no one to do me favors
suit yourself, the suit is tailored and the shoes are gator
cut you off and I use the razor God cut me from a different cloth with,
fall apart, use a stapler
Sutcher stitches on my wounded frame, rejuvenated
We put it all on the line, in pursuit of paper
Dark past but my future’s greater
Reaper saying Death is promised, acknowledged, I’ll hold you to it later
Stealing on ’em like Looters, excuse is ‘Who could blame us?’
Even treat ’em like refunds, send ’em to the Maker
I’m like Ego from Guardians, call it hubris if I’m too abrasive
build a planet, then I nuke the Matrix
Lungs are fumigators, getting high as lunar bases,
heart’s a supernova, head’s a moonful of super craters
I’m like a mutant with a human nature, immune to haters
going supersayan, surviving euthanasia
Store the chopper in the foreign, origami how I’m folding dollars
come across crazy like a border hopper
My pen is in the looney bin and I’m the story’s author
Thinking about this Harsh Game sippin 40 water
I crept in when the door was shut, when I left it was Boarded up
I bet it tortures ya,
So concerned w the next trend, that’s boring bruh
but I Was Breast fed so fuck a formula
On my Tom Petty, Move to reseda,
the attitude is Rihanna and the booty Serena,
I should’ve knew she a diva, if I get popped, for moving this reefer
she’ll flip my gwop like Gucci & Keyshia, yeah
we treat life like a movie in theaters, but all these rappers is trash so I’m using the sweeper
got us beefling like Tunechi & FEMA, got us beefin like Sunni and Shia
do yo career like we nuking Korea
It’s a wrap, I thought u figured that, nobody wanna see us like a Talib twitter rant
finger tap change ya life like the tinder app, peel a cap quicker than a silverback could skin a cat
Monster I’m Blanka, but you appear shocked
butterfly to the face – when Game removed the tear drop
I’m an alien, what im doin here? – watch
I’m passing thru the Earth and the booth’s my souvenir shop
In streets whippin, fuck a speed limit, remix it,
my calm side is Popeye when he eats spinach
Open doors, treat rappers like i treat women, and treat critics like i treat bitches – fuck em all
Think I’m bluffing make the fucking call, use to make a hunnit off a loud pack just to puff it all
blow a cloud until the sun is gone, thanking god i got my package thru customs, baskin in the london fog
If they askin it aint luck at all, they throwin shots without a gun involved, pshhh I just brush em off
Underdog, not the one to try to come up off,
now come up off my respect fuck how I come across, Ill
Video directed by Noah Porter.
Produced by Chase Moore.
Audio recorded by SkelliSkel.
Mixed & Mastered by Chase Moore.
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