Rap Now? Songtext
von Lord Gary
Rap Now? Songtext
I′ve had a moment of clarity, moment of honesty, honestly
I constantly provide quality over quantity
Pun and Biggie Smalls are the gods that be haunting me, taunting me
Possibly to sharpen me consciously, an oddity
An anomaly like an Odyssey astronomically
Lyrical phlebotomy, microphone colostomy
Curiosity killed the pussy cat, conjugally
Yeah I had to doctor that pussy like gynecology
New age rap is a colony full of comedy
Yeah it bothers me and I'm harboring animosity
Crossing me that′s an atrocity, it probably be
SlaughterHouse make the Hammer Dance, choreography
Ain't no stopping me, I'm coming with much velocity
Drop prophecies poetically, Nastradamically
People give you space when you at the bottom like commas be
But I plan to stay at the top like an apostrophe
Oh, now you wanna rap
Ok, I been on that
Oh yeah, this is my lane
Now sit back while I do my thing
Losing everything will make you go insane in the brain
Trying to remain sane as blood boils in your veins
Feeling drained every time somebody mentions your name
As the pain pours like rain on window panes
To keep it simple and plain, it′s time for a change
Fuck a chain and a range need a lease in my name
Being with people I always seem to leave with migraines
It′s an eyestrain as I look outside of my lane
Like Rakim my brain contains graphic things
Like trump should've been slained during his campaign
Instead of taking the reigns he should′ve been detained
For grabbing the putang and acting untrained
But all that white privilege is above the food chain
Hating immigrants but ain't that what he calls his boo thang
Clown running the country like it′s a video game
Inhumane piece of shit go get hit by a train, fuck you
Oh, now you wanna rap
Ok, I been on that
Oh yeah, this is my lane
Now sit back while I do my thing
H20 in my cup while you sip on the jones
Had a BlackBerry while dudes was flipping a phone
Flow sicker than a clinic full of AIDS full blown
7:30 wit the pen and I don't mean time zone
A buck fifty on your chin and leave you crying alone
I feel like I′m unstoppable when I'm in the zone
It's a different tone that′s shown when I′m thrown on
I'm right at home on the microphone holmes I′m known
To always be holding my own one hand holding my bone
Album gonna drop it don't get postponed
B-n-M is sorta like the future N.O.R.E. and Capone
When I′m dead and gone I want Best Alive on my tombstone
You a clone I write and produce on every song
Chrome, four-nickel to your jawbone
Hit you wit the pistol in your tibia, crawl home
Oh, now you wanna rap
Ok, I been on that
Oh yeah, this is my lane
Now sit back while I do my thing
I constantly provide quality over quantity
Pun and Biggie Smalls are the gods that be haunting me, taunting me
Possibly to sharpen me consciously, an oddity
An anomaly like an Odyssey astronomically
Lyrical phlebotomy, microphone colostomy
Curiosity killed the pussy cat, conjugally
Yeah I had to doctor that pussy like gynecology
New age rap is a colony full of comedy
Yeah it bothers me and I'm harboring animosity
Crossing me that′s an atrocity, it probably be
SlaughterHouse make the Hammer Dance, choreography
Ain't no stopping me, I'm coming with much velocity
Drop prophecies poetically, Nastradamically
People give you space when you at the bottom like commas be
But I plan to stay at the top like an apostrophe
Oh, now you wanna rap
Ok, I been on that
Oh yeah, this is my lane
Now sit back while I do my thing
Losing everything will make you go insane in the brain
Trying to remain sane as blood boils in your veins
Feeling drained every time somebody mentions your name
As the pain pours like rain on window panes
To keep it simple and plain, it′s time for a change
Fuck a chain and a range need a lease in my name
Being with people I always seem to leave with migraines
It′s an eyestrain as I look outside of my lane
Like Rakim my brain contains graphic things
Like trump should've been slained during his campaign
Instead of taking the reigns he should′ve been detained
For grabbing the putang and acting untrained
But all that white privilege is above the food chain
Hating immigrants but ain't that what he calls his boo thang
Clown running the country like it′s a video game
Inhumane piece of shit go get hit by a train, fuck you
Oh, now you wanna rap
Ok, I been on that
Oh yeah, this is my lane
Now sit back while I do my thing
H20 in my cup while you sip on the jones
Had a BlackBerry while dudes was flipping a phone
Flow sicker than a clinic full of AIDS full blown
7:30 wit the pen and I don't mean time zone
A buck fifty on your chin and leave you crying alone
I feel like I′m unstoppable when I'm in the zone
It's a different tone that′s shown when I′m thrown on
I'm right at home on the microphone holmes I′m known
To always be holding my own one hand holding my bone
Album gonna drop it don't get postponed
B-n-M is sorta like the future N.O.R.E. and Capone
When I′m dead and gone I want Best Alive on my tombstone
You a clone I write and produce on every song
Chrome, four-nickel to your jawbone
Hit you wit the pistol in your tibia, crawl home
Oh, now you wanna rap
Ok, I been on that
Oh yeah, this is my lane
Now sit back while I do my thing
Writer(s): Gary Allen Pryor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
