クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
R/E
Rap
Twista
Rap
Jonathan Witte
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adrian Boeckeler
Songwriter
Adam Cherrington
Songwriter
Joseph W Ruiz
Songwriter
Carl Mitchell
Songwriter
Jonathan Witte
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Anno Domini Nation
Producer
Wyshmaster Beats LLC
Producer
Sam Henderson of RecordingWithSam Studios
Mixing Engineer
Jonathan Witte
Mixing Engineer
歌詞
I'm blowin' up like ready, aim, fire
We blowin' up like ready, aim, fire
Haters can get on the floor
How I'm flowin' is like open heart surgery, you can never murder me
While I'm currently checkin' and recollectin', the way I was workin' records and steppin
No second guessin', and still collect the currency
See the way I'm actin' is I can really amaze and, I done put days into my profession
Aggression in my ability to handle it is how I can channel and use it to my advantage
And make it work for me
I do what I like, see what I like, no media hype, me with a mic
Meteorite, fluid and wild, new with the style, of you as a child, Pedialyte
I am a shooter, go through your medulla, If you want a ruler, then I'ma be the lion, down
I am never lyin' down, I can break a giant down to a medium height, with immediate strength
Now that I'm popular with the poppers, haters be watchin' us with binoculars
I could just hear them all cryin' when they see how I rhyme
In my prime and transform like Optimus, I only do it because I'm great
Flowin', I be killin' in the paint, Let them know they can't stop us
Tracks and beats is all knockers, Tailor for the Midwest monster
Worldwide chopper, Twista
They're too comfortable with the hatin' and they can't really tell me what for
And in a world where everybody thinks that their take is the greatest, we don't really care what they for
I'm just sayin' those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind anymore
I'm blowin' up like ready, aim, fire, we blowin' up like ready, aim, fire
Haters can get on the floor
Bet you didn't think that we could do it like this
Witte and R/E on a track with the Twist, I'ma go ahead and shoot that shot, don't miss
All about that work, don't need a genie or a wish
Every now and then I gotta feed my ego, keep it 100 everywhere that we go
Try to stay cool so I keep the heat low, always automatic, you can call it a free throw
And it's evident, that I've been ejected with a boost of adrenaline
Administering wack rap medicine, when I'm on, you can say I'm in my element
If I pass my prime, I'ma still go hard, runnin' back in the hole
I'ma get more yards, then I run the enterprise like Captain Picard
Put it all on the line like I got no guard, chop up the beef, grill it up, hibachi
Betting the under on me is costly, carry a big stick, but I'm speaking softly
So listen up close, make sure you copy, I can only be me, you can only be you
You can't control me, I'ma do what I do, better knock on wood like I am Groot
Got em' all on the edge, like I got em' all spooked
They're too comfortable with the hatin' and they can't really tell me what for
And in a world where everybody thinks that their take is the greatest, we don't really care what they for
I'm just sayin' those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind anymore
I'm blowin' up like ready, aim, fire, we blowin' up like ready, aim, fire
Haters can get on the floor
Lately, I haven't been making, little looney tunes like this
But I still can kill with an anvil, and produce landmines that dismantle at will
While your rhymes fill a landfill
That's a lot of ill suffixes to reference to bereft that my stuff exists
I got a lot of lines Left in a time of Republicans
I do what I want, I say what I want, I play what I want, I made a lane for it
Like two hundred knots, I'm tighter than not, with Witte and now, another name scored Twista
The end of my leave is ready, mouth is swingin' machete's
So heavy when they see the bench is empty
Unbeatable soul, no needle could sew, or even impose, a single threat against me
Look now, there's a fine line between you and I
One does, while the other one tries, one of us is the one, while the other one lies
One release, surprise, defeats doubts, that's why there's
No comparison, just a lot of puppets Mr. Garrison
I'ma trust in couplets, less embarrassin' me, no ventriloquy, is needed
Cause if I throw my voice, I'm takin' credit while you just envy
They're too comfortable with the hatin' and they can't really tell me what for
And in a world where everybody thinks that their take is the greatest, we don't really care what they for
I'm just sayin' those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind anymore
I'm blowin' up like ready, aim, fire, we blowin' up like ready, aim, fire
Haters can get on the floor
Written by: Adam Cherrington, Adrian Boeckeler, Carl Mitchell, Jonathan R Witte, Joseph W Ruiz