Ew Yuck (Interlude)

Doesn’t matter what I say in these raps, they talk crap, all cap and you still run it back, if the beat hits hard I could mumble my bars, say sweet fuck all and they’ll call me a star, Id rather spit and leave your hair standing Marge, the keys my drive I’m not talking cars, raps Picasso I’m making art, roll and bake I’m just waking up,

I’ve beaten a case who knows I may still have one pending,

I’m a son of a gun like tech n9ne was my dad dna test pending

I spent my time thinking now I count my penny’s, I’ve been on the brink I told the reaper come and get me, I’ve battled my inner demons and beat em and defeated the fiend I was gonna be with ease and now I’m pleased I’ve received and achieved praise cus these days the street ways to behave like a poppy to seek fame, for Pete’s sake, I rebate, each hateful piece of wasteful speech i see a need to refrain, cus these days theyll retrace shit, they speed race with brief cases, and police bracelets leaving you detained and replaced, it’s copy pasted, thats it cancel culture, Tom Francis the man’s a vulture cancel him I stand on that this land is mine no trip, him and I will have beef til the day I die no shit

I’ve been the one to keep your eye on, ahead of my time and your bygone, bitch I got the grip of a python, it’s dark in my mind i need the lights on, I will show off my family y’all stay quiet, bending over backwards like bray Wyatt, you grasp at fame I walk straight by it, they hate my apparel then lay buy it, my songs flip the script in every scene that I’m cast in, this is fire with fire come arrest me for arson, no prison has this level of bars in

And that’s not subliminal, we get lyrical you need captions it’s cynical, ew your glued to your phone it is literal, yuck your attention span is minimal. Wake the fuck up and put your phone down.