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Top of the food chain rapper with a rat tail King sanitation Trevor the Trash Male Murderous assassins harassment and blackmail How you think I made it in the game? It's a rat tale Never made a black belt, you don't wanna fight me Top of the pyramid only ants I see Top of the pyramid and the man's underneath Top of the pyramid and I dance on these motherfuckers Big black boots and I stomp so loud Yelling fuck the neighbors take a dump in they house Ain't saying shit take a dump in they mouths Only bad lines take a bump and I'm out Porterhouse steak and a side of fries The fries better be cooked in duck fat Carpaccio of kudu, jamon crudo, suck my nutsack On the lower level might not be starving But they still eat nothing but scraps Regurgitated raps over booms and claps not worth a bus pass Hows that view from under me? The dirty undergarments and the dungarees And yeah the scraps might make you think you're full But the scraps will leave you hungry And when you see food that's delicious Eating seafood off the dock I'm just cheffing up my dishes and you see dude up the block You take your orders from an old man, and a jewish man in Boston They ordered up soft serve And you served it with chocolate sauce bitch Haven't been impressed in a while Heard the same stories with a hundred different spellings And the story tellers aren't saying nothing Gotta hate another motherfucker tryna make it And that pyramid is super sized super tall and super wide Pyramid is super sized super tall and super wide I don't understand so so I don't understand blah blah The status quo is so off the mark You need to re-evaluate your top 5 I got Big Pun in mine, Ghostface in mine, 3K in no particular order Tired of the topic, conversation is over Fucked the rap game and I gave it a daughter I ain't even tryna be a rapper I don't care enough about the rap game I see a lot of people running in a rat race And there's a lot of people lacking in imagination The internet came and it caught you napping Damn I hate change but it's gotta happen Lot of headaches and a lot of aspirin Scribble your namesake on a napkin And throw it in the fire with the rest of the matches That's kindling. You won't find me on your kindle bitch You will find me at the apex Permanently perched in your tape deck The pyramid is where I plot world domination Cooking up crack and I'm not in an apron View looking good from the top and I made it
Writer(s): Christian Jeroen Roca Y Van Der Hek, Trevor The Trash Man Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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