Said Something Wrong Rozz Dyliams

What up Rozz
What up Lord Quazz
Put you drinks down
Put your hands up for applause
I’m serving free food like a mosque
But it’s food for thought
It’s witches brew and I’m skimming off you the broth
And if I’m the best to ever do it dog
Then I don’t have anything to prove at all
Except doing me and moving on
Move along
I’ve been rapping fifteen years
And I guess it roughly adds up to a couple thousand stupid songs
Cause I got bars to mention
Music isn’t shit if you regard convention
And I am living proof of this
Etherial dreamscape lucidness
Two lovers and only one of em won’t leave me on some stupid shit
And lately I’m a stupid bitch
Full of kinetic energy and too lazy to figure out what to do with it
And if anything is getting through to you then the only thing I’m tryna prove is all the time you waste being a humanist

[Hook]
I must have said something wrong
Again
But I’ve been saying it all along
My friend