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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ubi
Ubi
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mike S. Viglione
Mike S. Viglione
Songwriter
Chris Ju
Chris Ju
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kato On The Track
Kato On The Track
Producer

Lyrics

I'd like to welcome one and all This is my game show, who the next contestant? Wanna press your luck? Step right up and test your might It's more exam than testers specify what kinda test? I'll testify, they tryna test my nut I'd rather not flex and bust To have an effect but fuck, I guess I must Y'all 'bout to catch a rush Looking perplexed as fuck Some of you would prefer I kept it clean But nevertheless, I cuss You'll never get next to us Your flow and your record are both collecting dust I know I get a couple check like Russ But never getting my respect like what? Yo, step it up, I'm Aiming it well when I'm done and I'm heated They couldn't tell if I'm coming or leaving Like David Chapelle in a couple of seasons I take 'em to hell, I'ma summon a demon Play with yourself in a dungeon or cell And I'm making 'em yell like a fucking rebellion Music you makin' is stuck on the shelf And you praying they buy it but nothing is selling Love it or leave it, you made him a villain Coming to eat 'em, I rank in a million I spin a reviewer, the paper I'm pealin' A minute or two, I be making a killing Making a present from out of your organs You're facing your death, I'm 'bout to record it Pay for the press, I know how to support it Whatever you thinkin' you thought was important It's ordinary, if you tortoise hare me You'll be buried inside of a mortuary The pen is mighty, but the sword'll carry Causing genocide inside a war, declare me The Imperial Menace and Morbid Aries I'm terrifying, the sort of scary To clarify, I'ma border every summer I'm a Taurus tearing through your torriterry Torriterry? Torriterry? Territory, very gory Canadians know when I'm very sorry Make American Pie with a cherry for me I'ma leave one alive that'll share the story On some Mickey and Mallory and my Kato produce it I'm eating, I'm getting my calories, sense a fatality If mama there listening in to the shit then they proud of me Which of you doubted me? You, her, him? Are you kidding? I'm 'bout to be upper echelon I'm bending my boundary Boy, you tripping, you don't think that they scouted me Right as we speak Somewhere out in the crowd when I'm riding the beat Looking at me thinking I was a geek Why? 'Cause my skin is whiter than my teeth I am an energizer, an elite Homie, I'm never dying in defeat So if you jeopardizing what I eat You either step aside or get the cleats Whoever said that I was at my peak I am electrifying at the least My rhyming weaponize when I release it I got 'em all petrified, I'm 'bout to preach, yo Stop playing with me y'all, I want to see you move it (Move it) If you don't start the movement soon I'm 'bout to stop the music (Stop) I got you on the spot now, I am an opportunist Too many acting hard like I didn't make it, pop, I got to prove it I had to do it All of my Colorado people dabbing to it Shatter rappers into bits Then crumble 'em down and use 'em to wax a Buick I wax poetically, pattern, and proving you lacking and tap into it U-B-I am under bad influence I'm in support of universal basic income Upbeat initiatives, upper brow insanity, uninhibited bitches I'm a undisputed bully, instigator Usher business in utter brilliant ideas Unaffected by ignorance You wanna try it, y'all like united by impotence Or unbridled belligerent idiots under big imprints Uneducated blokes invoke unrest, branding innocents Unusual bigots icing undocumented immigrants Whoops! I missed a B, but I damn sure didn't miss a beat This that fucking one nobody skips you got to hit repeat Fuck you thought it was, bruh? That's why they stop me in the streets Copy what I jot then re-release But at least I got my game show
Writer(s): Michael Viglione, Chris Ju Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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