[Intro: Chris Webby]
Yeah
[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
Puttin' in work is the only thing on my mind
I used my Tony Hawk stat points all on grind
Yeah, I'm nice with the pen like R.L. Stine
God, I'm gettin' goosebumps up and down y'all spines
The boy rhymes, the greats is who we gon' be mentioned with
While the world around me seemin' like it's endin' quick
'Til I'm banned from the 'Gram talkin' hella shit
Tell that fuckin' nerd Mark Zuckerberg, "Censor this"
Pan the camera to my dick real quick
As I trigger them within they inner bitch real quick
'Til I'm locked in a cell 'cause I spit real shit
I'll deliver to the listeners who miss real shit
And, uh, I'll shoot your eye out with the Red Ryder
With a match and a mic here to set fire
Ride 'til my dash light blinks sayin' check tires
Sittin' way up on my throne lookin' at my empire
Conquered Egypt and smashed half of the Romans
Took over the map from clashin' with my opponents
Never show mercy, I stab, slash and I fold 'em
My battle-axe send 'em to Valhalla and Odin
With bones broken from these words that I've so chosen
Sub-zero finisher, leavin' they soul frozen
Raw with the thoughts, get off with no Trojan
I'm roadrunner quick, y'all movin' in slow motion
And when I've spoken I see the look in they eyes
They full of surprise and fear, leave 'em shook when I rise
More lines than chemtrails when I look at the skies
The way I write, I should get a fuckin' Pulitzer Prize
Before the world go to shit, we got a track to drop
'Cause me and Ekoh hear the fans and they ask a lot
We the underground juggernauts at the top
Of course the motherfuckin' track is hot
Yeah
[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
Puttin' in work is the only thing on my mind
I used my Tony Hawk stat points all on grind
Yeah, I'm nice with the pen like R.L. Stine
God, I'm gettin' goosebumps up and down y'all spines
The boy rhymes, the greats is who we gon' be mentioned with
While the world around me seemin' like it's endin' quick
'Til I'm banned from the 'Gram talkin' hella shit
Tell that fuckin' nerd Mark Zuckerberg, "Censor this"
Pan the camera to my dick real quick
As I trigger them within they inner bitch real quick
'Til I'm locked in a cell 'cause I spit real shit
I'll deliver to the listeners who miss real shit
And, uh, I'll shoot your eye out with the Red Ryder
With a match and a mic here to set fire
Ride 'til my dash light blinks sayin' check tires
Sittin' way up on my throne lookin' at my empire
Conquered Egypt and smashed half of the Romans
Took over the map from clashin' with my opponents
Never show mercy, I stab, slash and I fold 'em
My battle-axe send 'em to Valhalla and Odin
With bones broken from these words that I've so chosen
Sub-zero finisher, leavin' they soul frozen
Raw with the thoughts, get off with no Trojan
I'm roadrunner quick, y'all movin' in slow motion
And when I've spoken I see the look in they eyes
They full of surprise and fear, leave 'em shook when I rise
More lines than chemtrails when I look at the skies
The way I write, I should get a fuckin' Pulitzer Prize
Before the world go to shit, we got a track to drop
'Cause me and Ekoh hear the fans and they ask a lot
We the underground juggernauts at the top
Of course the motherfuckin' track is hot
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