Raw Thoughts lyrics - Chris Webby
Yeah, Webby
Let me talk a little shit man
Ahem
Bitch you done released the Kraken
I'm up on Mount Olympus while I'm rappin'
So when the lightning strikes the waters churning, thunders crashin'
And them twisters touchin' down like that movie with Bill Paxton
It's me up in my studio, that's what's making it happen
Never doubt me, got a suit of armour big as Gronkowski
And a sword that's even bigger killin' everyone around me
Swingin' like Tasmanian Devil until I'm drowsy
Then I pop another addy and blast off like Robert Downey
Like Ironman, the kind of man that knows no one can beat me
The kind of man that's destined to be king just ask Rafiki
The kind of man to step into the ring just like Rakishi
And make you kiss my ass on broadcast national TV
Lay the smackdown on all these whack clowns in the circus
That use to be referred to as the fuckin' rap circuit
I'll rap circles around these cats without scratching the surface
And make these mumble rappers step back and start actin' nervous
And if they aren't nervous then they don't know what I'm sayin'
Maybe they can't understand it with that first grade education
Maybe they too fucking high off cough suppressant medication
As they wearing skirts with a matchin' purse while they puttin' braids in
But that shit is just a fad and see I'm here to help to phase 'em
All the fuckin' way out so real rappers can replace 'em
I'll take this shit upon myself, the fans deserve better
Than some kid who lacks intelligence and puts in zero effort
I mean this shit is a job right? And see these kids ain't even tryin' son
If you ran a business and they worked for you, you would fire them
So why you praisin' them for half assin' the shit you listen to
Not dissin' you, I'm just asking what the fuck has gotten into you
See you're the consumer, and it's your choice on what you pick into
Put up in your Spotify and spend your time siftin' through
And you're just givin' bread to somebody who's way more rich than you
Who can barely put together an english sentence in an interview
See I'm a hooligan who be truly losin' his cool again
Who's here to use his voice to bring the truth till I get through to them
They feed us fake news again, nobody wanna listen
It's no fault of ours, me? See I blame the politicians
Fuck Donald, fuck Ivanka, nah for real I'll fuck her brains out
Got her riding me up in the oval on the same couch
Billy Clinton scrubbed the cushions tryin' wipe the stains out
Cause Monica just couldn't swallow what was in her dang mouth
I'm fuckin' wildin', fuckin' while I'm on that shit again
Slappin' Rex Tillerson for tryin' to let them drill again
Light his oil money on fire, like every bill and then they'll put me on a list
Cause see you know them bitches listening
And Jeff Sessions you can suck a dick until your throat hurts
You old smurf you tryin' take my weed, never gon' work
I'll be lightin' up a doobie out on your turf
And Kid Rock, you ain't been cool since Joe Dirt
I'm out on Scott Pruitt's property, frackin' it
And build a pipeline through his wooden kitchen cabinets
These scummy politicians yo I've had it bitch
I'm a take a knee with Colin Kaepernick, yellin' fuck the establishment
And Ted Cruz, your face puts me in a shitty mood
There's so much bitch in you that you probably have a clit and boobs (uh, you're a bitch)
And Marko Rubio: you're soft as fuck
And Ben Carson, yo can someone wake Ben Carson up?
Fuck these Nazi's and the white nationalists
I'll grab that Costco tiki torch and fuckin' smack you with it
Over and over till your skull fragments are crackin' and shit
While the cops give them a slap on the wrist, for real though
But yo Hillary, really? You think that I wouldn't mention you?
Just cause I tend to be liberal with all my general views
But you're an evil lady, say it cause I got to
I'm down to have a woman President, just not you!
You Claire Underwood ass bitch, you wicked witch
Lyin' through your fuckin' teeth every single chance that you get (bitch!)
I'm a slap her so hard that she'll be leavin' gurney
While I'm yellin' out "long live Bernie!"
Now if that segment just offended you, then please relax
We're all on the same side it ain't about white or black
It's about the one percenters versus everybody else
Us against the politicians who only helpin' themselves
Yo, fuck it
I guess I'm just a rapper, what do I know man?
About the world, how it turns and who's behind those plans
But still I'm all up in this bitch just like a Gyno's hands
And while I'm here, I'm a take a stand
Raw thoughts
Fuck everybody man
As much as I joke around about things ya know
This shit is dead serious
Fuck where this country is headed, ya know?
Who did I not mention
Oh yeah, Mike Pence, see I forgot to slay you
But really? God hates you along with every gay dude and lesbian
It's very evident (I hate you)
That you're a scum sucking bitch Vice President (suck a dick)
Who else?
Oh Paul Ryan, shit I hope you go rock climbin'
And your hand slips and you lose grip and you fall divin' on to a bunch of fuckin' dicks
You fuckin' bitch, I hope your health insurance doesn't cover it
Who else?
I'll crack a coke brotha like I crack a coke can
Cremate a coke brotha then I'll snort 'em out my hands
What bitch? Raw thoughts
These are my raw thoughts motherfucker
"This message has been bought, paid for and forced upon you
By George Soros of Fake News Networks of America
Raw thoughts motherfucker"
Friend Like Me lyrics - Chris Webby
Yeah, Webby
Never had a friend like me
Yeah
It's that big bad wolf
'Bout to blow your fuckin' house down
With a quarter pound in my trunk on the south-bound
You can smell me comin' as I'm whippin' it around town
Weed so loud that I'm smokin' in surround sound
Had 'em hooked since I shook Dat Piff
No one handin' me the keys so I took that shit
With Latarian Milton doin' some hood rat shit
On my hustlin' flow I'm a whoop that trick
Got Henny in me and rollin' with plenty bitties
And home town pussy I call it Connetic-Kitty
As animated as Ren & Stimpy, so clever and witty
You'll need a certain level of intelligence to get me
Gimmie gimmie, everything that you got
Everything in your wallet and that ring with the watch
There really ain't no coming at the king for the spot
That's like stepping in the ring with The Rock
It is what it is and that's how it's gon' be
Oil in my pan burn it down low key
Y'all know me, I hit hard like Apollo Creed
You ain't never had a friend like me
(You ain't never had a friend like me)
In it to the end like me
No matter what the end might be
Y'all know me, I hit hard like Apollo Creed
You ain't never had a friend like me
(You ain't never had a friend like me)
Got a sworn bloodline, I was born a leader
People bumping my music from here to North Korea
To Argentina, fans be lining up outside my concert
Like the ticket to my show what's a court subpoena
Yeah I get it up on it like EMT paramedics
No anesthetics, phonetic energetic with alphabetics
I'm spreadin' the fucking vibe like a pathogen epidemic
While I'm sippin' my unleaded and puffin the devil's lettuce
I'm a menice in my whip indicia vapin'
Sippin' whiskey like some sort of liquid dinner replacement
Feel my inner Simba awaken
The prince in the makin'
My ideals of vacation is to sit in my basement and write raps
So I'm 'bout to tell a night gap
I run my lane take a step or five back
If you forget the rest then just memorize that
'Cause at any second Webby might snap
It is what it is and that's how it's gon' be
Oil in my pan burn it down low key
Y'all know me, I hit hard like Apollo Creed
You ain't never had a friend like me
(You ain't never had a friend like me)
In it to the end like me
No matter what the end might be
Y'all know me, I hit hard like Apollo Creed
You ain't never had a friend like me
(You ain't never had a friend like me)
It's like: I was made up in a lab or something
The way I hit 'em with these raps in the tracks you bumpin'
They say I sound like I'm Eminem's rabid cousin
Who's still on drugs, fuck it I'm on acid buggin'
I'm pass 'n puffin' the loud packed passed my limit
I snap and kill it, my syllables I'm mad explicit
Take my enemies and kill 'em on a massive skillet
And as for critics I covered them in gas and lit it
I'm back you bitches (I'm back)
And the crown on my head stay
Get on your knees, bow down to your Sensei
(Bow down to your Sensei)
It's like I'm fuckin' Christina Ricci the way I put it down on a Wednesday
Yeah, Addam's family shit
Always on my hustle 'cause nobody handin' me shit
All I've got is intuiting and a plan to get rich
And when I do the fuckin' planet will flip
Yeah
It is what it is and that's how it's gon' be
Oil in my pan burn it down low key
Y'all know me, I hit hard like Apollo Creed
You ain't never had a friend like me
(You ain't never had a friend like me)
In it to the end like me
No matter what the end might be
Y'all know me, I hit hard like Apollo Creed
You ain't never had a friend like me
(You ain't never had a friend like me)
Rookie Of The Year lyrics - Chris Webby
It's been a long time
Long time
It's been a long time
Been a long time comin'
Baby I've been speaking my mind
Since Ocarina of Time
Dropped on Nintendo 64 but steadily on my grind
I've been building my kingdom
A couple G's at a time
'Till I cop a villa sitting on a beach with a dime
Sour D and some wine
That why my livin' is right
Until then, get up out of my way or you'll be dinner tonight
There were days I wanted to quit
And live a simpler life
But then the beat in my head BANGS
And I pick up that mic
Yeah I represent for that nerd life
And I been a monster you hear right
When the moons out, I'm a werewolf
So you better go get them search lights
Got a mean bark, and a firm bite
And a weed spark, and like errnight
I been on my mission so now I am taking the title like it is my birth right
I deserve my time with that fuckin' rock
To go juggernaut, flip it up a notch
I got no brakes, and I'm runnin' stops, (Tires screech)
So get out my way or get fuckin' squashed
I'm a grown man, with a cup of scotch
Puffin' pop, with southern rock
With a hippie chick, that fucks a lot
And lovin's what I got
(What I got)
See I got the sauce motherfucker
I ain't perfect but I, work with my flaws motherfucker
I'ma king up in a
World full of pawn motherfuckers
An artist to the end
Bob Ross motherfucker
I'm just warmin' up
And they label me a veteran
Rookie of the year
When I started I was peddalin'
These CD's out my truck
Speakers louder than a elephant
It's been a long time
(Long time)
Okay
I'm just warmin' up
And they label me a veteran
Rookie of the year
When I started I was peddalin'
These CD's out my truck
Speakers louder than a elephant
It's been a long time
It's been a long time
Comin'
I'm a mix of Ferris Bueller, with a little Garry Cooper
As I'm researchin' conspiracy theories on my computer
Glasses on like Uncle Jr
Droppin' shit for my consumers
With a cougar who can tutor on Kama Sutra maneuvers
Fuck the Romans, I'm a super human, music spewing veteran
Megazord assembling, Timberlands and a letterman
I'm colder than the set of The Revenant, when I get it in
Settlin', perfect specimen, let me in
2009 and I'm still that shit
Get on stage and I kill that shit
If your a little bit literate literally you can feel that shit
And that's brick by brick
No manual, no plan at all, I had to build that shit
(Had to build that shit)
But I'm an animal, I kept standing tall, and I did that shit
On top, like bald spots
Make jaws drop, no bad business
Got the formula, in my palm watch
You think I'm cheatin' on math quizzes
And that crosswalk, all my dogs barkin' at mad bitches
'Till my heart stops, got no soft spot for these rap critics
I'm back in it
And I still got my entree coming
Young baller, out Connecticut like Andre Drumming
Feel that typhoon comin', when that white dude dunkin'
Guarantee you might lose somethin'
I'm just warmin' up
And they label me a veteran
Rookie of the year
When I started I was peddalin'
These CD's out my truck
Speakers louder than a elephant
It's been a long time
(Long time)
Okay
I'm just warmin' up
And they label me a veteran
Rookie of the year
When I started I was peddalin'
These CD's out my truck
Speakers louder than a elephant
It's been a long time
It's been a long time
Comin'
I'm just warmin' up
And they label me a veteran
Rookie of the the year
When I started I was peddalin'
These CD's out my truck
Speakers louder than a elephant
Yeah
Dazed & Confused lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Rittz)
[Chris Webby]
She only wears black, with her hair back
Pack of cigarettes up in her bra strap
Got me caught like I stepped in a bear trap
With that Witchcraft, till I crawl back
Layin' next to me, I'm in ecstasy
See the sorceress has got the recipe
Put a hex on me and it's left on me
So cruel with the lack of empathy
With the voodoo when you stick them pins in me baby
I think I kinda like the injuries mixed with the misery
Trickery, wizardry, an app [?] of witchery that you inflicted me
With the black magic, I'll be comin' back
Like a crack addict with a bad habit
Smokey eyes lookin' back at me, she'll be mad at it but
What should I do?
They invite me, excite me, their voodoo is taking control
Maybe it's cruel?
I won't fight it, I might even like it the deeper I go
I'm dazed and confused
I'm dazed and confused
[Rittz:]
This girl is bad for me but naturally that's what attracted me
We fought, I thought it was just a passin' thing
But after weeks would pass, she got more attached
She's no longer looking at us a fling
I seen it happenin' but can't resist a bitch
Wanted to tell her it was over but the minute that I get the nerve she starts to strip again
It's like a whippin' at a visit with a hypnotist
She use her lips to be manipulative
She told me I was in love, and bitch you wish
But truthfully ya'll becomin' a bit obsessed and it concerns me
Now I'm beginnin' to think she a wicked witch
I went in a room and all the wicks were lit on candles
In a circle with my picture in the middle
Scribble triple 6's, pentagrams and symbols written on the mirror
What should I do?
They invite me, excite me, their voodoo is taking control
Maybe it's cruel?
I won't fight it, I might even like it the deeper I go
I'm dazed and confused
I'm dazed and confused
[Chris Webby:]
Baby quick, let me closer
I'm tellin' you this chick is my controller
Tatts all up on her skin with a choker
Come and be the Harley Quinn to my Joker
Somethin' I never seen before
Every single time I hit I'm fiendin' more and
My hands are always drawn to you
Even when I'm using Ouija boards and I'm needin' more
'Cause you gotta be some type of venom
Check the toxicology my curiosity is working constantly
She embodies the Sirens from the Odyssey
Until I'm wobbly losing my balance and you cast another spell
And then it's happenin' and runnin' through my body like a pathogen then I'm back again
What should I do?
They invite me, excite me, their voodoo is taking control
Maybe it's cruel?
I won't fight it, I might even like it the deeper I go
I'm dazed and confused
I'm dazed and confused
I'm dazed and confused
Middle Ground lyrics - Chris Webby
Yeah
This is for all the happy rappers
Who have real nice deals
And have no idea what it's like to work this hard and still break even, yeah!
I'm aware I'm a little nuts, and I know I'm a headcase
Unpredictable moods are the toll that the stress takes
I carry the worlds weight until my shoulders and neck ache
My sanity be going down hill like a sled race
All day my legs shake, like a nervous tick
This Adderall don't work for shit, it only gives me thoughts that got me worried sick
Feelings I got bottled up this court is decomposing
That if this shit got opened it would cause a damn explosion
With overflowing emotions that I kept push down
Like it was someone I was trying to drown, I know it now
I'm a little tightly strung and see I know I need to find a doctor
And a therapist and a shimen who got some miro oscar
Cause surviving in this game is full of irratance
It's got me wondering if I'll make it, my greatest fear is this
So when you hear my shit, you'll hear the hunger
As I'm trying to stay financially afloat and keep appearances
Cause I've been in this middle ground, people say I made it
But there's so many that still don't know what my name is
It's hard to get a grasp on where I stand up in this game
All I know is I wouldn't be this broke if I was famous
Shit, I'm almost thirty. Still I feel like such a mess
I added fuel to the fire until I had nothing left
Under stress, with a life full of emptiness
Giving my all, and not a penny less
In this middle ground, wondering if I'm going to ever blow
Middle ground, tearing at the fabric of my soul
Middle ground, feeling like I'm stuck up in the whole
These insecurities follow every where I go
Middle ground, feeling like I'm barely getting by
Middle ground, second guessing why I even try
Middle ground, all I know how to do is survive
So mad that I wanna scream, so sad that I wanna cry
I'm sick of felling like I still got shit I gotta prove to you
I gotta go on Sway again for a salute from you?
Go pull some dumb publicity stunt shot by a movie crew
Just to be in the same conversation of all these newer dudes
All my life I've been fighting to be accepted
When I'm not I can't help but to be affected
Unfairly percepted, people making assumptions
Off my Melotonin levels and the state that I'm repping
Like I'm some kind of spoiled one percenter go and get the facts
Shit I'm the product of a hard working middle-class
Just cause I wasn't busting a pistol or flipping crack
Doesn't mean I don't got a story worthy of written raps
I'm getting by though, there's Kibble up in Moose's dish
It's better than it use to be but see the truth is this
I re-invest almost everything into this music shit
You think I'd still live at my parents if I was rich?
Really? See I'm just trying to keep my business intact
My sanity come second to these lyrics that I rap
Chain smoking from stress but at 10 dollars a pack
I'm killing myself, I'm killing my pockets with every drag
Fuck it, Imma keep on pushing though because I deserve the glory
I got an army of fans that would murder for me
I do this shit for them until the whole planet has heard my story
Reporting live from Purgatory
In this middle ground, wondering if I'm going to ever blow
Middle ground, tearing at the fabric of my soul
Middle ground, feeling like I'm stuck up in the whole
These insecurities follow every where I go
Middle ground, feeling like I'm barely getting by
Middle ground, second guessing why I even try
Middle ground, all I know how to do is survive
So mad that I wanna scream, so sad that I wanna cry
Slow Down lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Anoyd & Jitta On the Track)
[ANoyd:]
You can name anybody
I can make a fool out of
Cause I'm off E now
Absolute Vodka
And ya girl in the car man
And she getting [?]
Let the truth to in the red suit
We in route by it
Where we at
You can't trade with me here [?]
Start chew chew chew when the Chewbacca
Still got the first rap that I wrote memorized
And I know that combination in my school locker
Yeah
That's high school days
The I really really wish I could recycle days
The generation either it could go two ways
The triple A should have showed Michael's days
And it's really not surprising
Ya'll upset me before
I got slept on the floor
So I speak for the broke like the Wi-Fi bad
I connect to the port
Yeah
Giving thanks everyday that I'm not dead
You can't evaluate a word that was not said
Bumping in the [?]
And I was running through nothing
Corns and the cobwebs
You know I back it up every time that I talk shit
If rap hadn't paid I would be in default
Conventional with a sword and I caught me a swordfish
And when ANoyd here man it's really a [?]
[Jitta On The Track:]
I was jaded now I'm swerving in my lane
Gasoline by the liter in my tank
So I, So I pass the leader
Mama Mia it's my race
So I pump my breaks
So I pump my breaks
Slow the fuck
Slow the fuck down
Slow the fuck
Slow the fuck down
Slow the fuck
Slow the fuck down
Slow the fuck
Slow the fuck down
[Chris Webby:]
Hey yo
V-12 in that framework
While I blaze purp
Imma claim turf
See I'm in the lead
No catching me
Y'all slow as Lil Yachty's brain works
With a blue shell
You got one shot
If you mess with Christian
I'm a catch you slippin'
Got banana peels in my glove box
Windows down and them subs knock
My dude AG got the Midus touch
My oil good and my tires tough
Hit the boost button
Now I'm fired up
I'm gon do something if you try your luck
I'm eco friendly in a Beamer Bentley
You're a Benz
Putting that dro in the wind
Trick Daddy in a sick Cadi on rims
Don't make me do it again
Show em daily like I'm Trevor Noah
I just rev the motor
Then I'm getting over
Run the competition in my position
Ain't no hopes of winning
So just taker it slower
Ain't no baking soda
I'm that raw coke
No cuts in em
This is all dope
Don't listen to none of them laws no
Hit the road like grand theft auto
[Jitta On The Track:]
I was jaded now I'm swerving in my lane
Gasoline by the liter in my tank
So I, So I pass the leader
Mama Mia it's my race
So I pump my breaks
So I pump my breaks
Slow the fuck
Slow the fuck down
Slow the fuck
Slow the fuck down
Slow the fuck
Slow the fuck down
Slow the fuck
Slow the fuck down
The Stickup lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Skrizzly Adams)
[Skrizzly Adams:]
See, time goes by but I swear that it's stalling
I've had it all, but it all just feels the same
No lie, I've been praying for the calling
Chips all in
Steal the game
Steal the game
[Chris Webby:]
Na-na-nah hold the phone
All those years I rode alone
Weight of the world on my shoulder bones
(Knock-knock-knock-knock-knock)
But it feels like no one's home
I been on the same shit
Going through these changes
But I haven't seen a change-up on my credit statements
Everyone walked all over me (all over me)
And I let em
Let the wrong people get close to me (get close to me)
But I learned my lesson
And they left me here with these broken dreams (with these broken dreams)
So I swept 'em
And this dustpan in one hand while the other one's grabbing a weapon
Through the depression, self-reflection, poor training, and misdirection
From coaches I put my trust in but fuck 'em I'll never sweat 'em
I promise I'll never let you
Pass the position I currently live in-
I'm lapping you in my sweatsuit
Hand the baton right over the line-
I'm leaving this bitch with a medal (with a medal)
I want gold, silver, yeah all of that-
In that backroom with that black mask I'll take that
Yeah, ASAP
Don't make a move, don't say shit
Just lay flat, cooperate this'll only take a minute (only take a minute)
That's just the cost of winning (ha-ha)
[Skrizzly Adams:]
See, time goes by but I swear that it's stalling
I've had it all, but it all just feels the same
No lie, I've been praying for the calling
Chips all in
Steal the game
Steal the game
[Chris Webby:]
I-I-I-I been feeling stalled out
Hit home runs and I fouled out
Been broke as hell and I balled out (true)
Conditioned to run that long route
Got the stamina and endurance (yeah)
To handle any occurrence
From the showtimes to the low times
My skill set's my insurance (oooh)
I won't back down and I won't run (nah)
Unless we talkin' bout the track
Even Yoda said I'm that Rouge One when The Empire Strikes Back
Imma just snap (Imma just snap)
This is the warm-up (this is the warm-up)
Put the team on my back (on my back)
Technique and my form up
Believe when I warn ya
Fillin' up my bag, I
Came to empty your stash spot
Put the key in that padlock
You got five minutes and that clock's tickin'
Don't be a hero don't fidget or move
I'm not really in the mood
Cause I came here to take everything
And that's exactly what I'm gon' do
No fucks given no competition, nah
No I won't lose
Can't fuck with him, my intuition is
From a third-eye view (ye-yeah)
Don't feel the same, my feelings changed
My adversaries gon' feel the pain
When they tune in and they hear my name-
On that broadcast when I steal the game (bang)
[Skrizzly Adams:]
See, time goes by but I swear that it's stalling
I've had it all, but it all just feels the same
No lie, I've been praying for the calling
Chips all in
Steal the game
Steal the game
Call On Me lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Alandon)
[Alandon:]
Pardon me when I pull up with a small army
Better drink up cause bars on me
We be going all night till the stars get bright
And the moon light falls on me
Universe and harmony
Vibe so right bet it all on me
Wanna have a good time
Then call the landline yeah it's fine you can call on me
[Chris Webby:]
You can call on me ain't no call waiting
Imma pick up first ring on my land line
Headed down to the keys with a pretty young thing with them tight ripped jeans showing tan lines
And I ain't worried about nothing
You can hit me on the wifi
Send that __cpLocation I'm coming
I'll hit your hot spot girl you know I give it to you like that
You can see them three dots when I write back
You know its simple as similar to a light snack when I bite that let me be your night cap girl you can call me in the night man
If its chaotic, I got it baby I'm right there
Call me young Star-Lord flying though the cosmos but I got my iPhone just in case you call on me
You can put it all on me lil mama
I think it just dawned on me that I wanna take this night to the limit I know you like it, admit it
So baby you just gotta dial the digits and meet me at the Bodega Imma pop a bottle and some papers
And we can get lost, take a flight to Malaysia
Call on me I got unlimited data
I'll be as quick as Sonic on my Sega
[Alandon:]
Pardon me when I pull up with a small army
Better drink up cause bars on me
We be going all night till the stars get bright
And the moon light falls on me
Universe and harmony
Vibe so right bet it all on me
Wanna have a good time
Then call the landline yeah it's fine you can call on me
Baby you can call on me
Call on me
Listen baby you can call on me
[?]
[Chris Webby:]
You can call on me ain't no call waiting
Imma pick up first ring on my land line
She about 5'3" with them tattoo sleeves and her eyes on me looking damn fine
We got no need for discussion yeah we always on the same page
I just give her that McLovin feel like we been in the bed for days
Got a bitty in the city who be riding with me
Lil modern hippy rolling sticky till she got me dizzy
You can parle with me 'bout the world baby
I don't really think I ever met no one like you in my life
She beautiful, tight and smart the Miss Universe type
And I just hope that I'm maneuvering right
So uh, hey ma, let's ride alright baby yeah listen we gonna get it on tonight
You can meet me in the bedroom
Or that black muscle car with the leg room
On the coast line she my Ariel on the beach
Thick as Jessica Rabbit but she the Belle to my Beast
My Lola Bunny on the court hitting all 3's
Or my Jasmine heir to the throne that I seek
Fa Mulan on the battle field
Nala to my pride
No surprise that I got you on my mind
[Alandon:]
Pardon me when I pull up with a small army
Better drink up cause bars on me
We be going all night till the stars get bright
And the moon light falls on me
Universe and harmony
Vibe so right bet it all on me
Wanna have a good time
Then call the landline yeah it's fine you can call on me
Baby you can call on me
Call on me
Listen baby you can call on me
[?]
Check The Vibe lyrics - Chris Webby
Gotta let go and set your mind free
Cut loose from the powers that be now
And the people say follow me
Vibrations shape the revolution
Biddy bye bye, they go away
All the problems that show up
See they can't not control us
So just sit back and roll up a J
When things aren't going my way
Keep a hold on my faith to the world
To the end of times
I just sit there warp drive on the Enterprise
It's heatin' up and I can feel the pressure rise
No never they will not divide us
So we gon' rise up let the vibe set the tone
It's gon guide us
You just gotta get control over what's inside ya
Let the love bless your soul
Swallow your pride get ya vibe and go oh oh
Lend me your ear, free your mind
You just gotta sit back and check the vibe
And the skyline's clear so it's about time
Everybody sit back and check the vibe
Wise man mean no need no education
All I do is sit back and check the vibe
So lend me your ear, let me free your mind
Gotta let go and set your mind free
Gotta stand up for what you believin'
When the time comes you gon' see
Vibrations shape the revolution
Biddy bye bye to all of my fears, you
Should never look back
Don't get lost in the past
You gotta leave all that behind in the rearview
Now roll those windows down so they hear you
Let me hear you say (Oh, oh, oh)
We gon' never lose the vibe
Now let me hear you say (Oh, oh, oh)
Yeah, we never gonna lose the vibe
We never lose the vibe
Hop on a wave we can cruise the tidal or choose to fly
So blessed, we can move the sky and change the world
It starts with just you and I
Yeah, it starts with just you and I
Lend me your ear, free your mind
You just gotta sit back and check the vibe
And the skyline's clear so it's about time
Everybody sit back and check the vibe
Wise man mean no need no education
All I do is sit back and check the vibe
So lend me your ear, let me free your mind
You just gotta sit back and check the vibe
And I don't understand why the world so cold, yeah
So I keep on row, headin' down that road
Like it's all I know, I know, I know, I know
And I don't understand why the world so cold, yeah
So I keep on row, headin' down that road
Like it's all I know, I know, I know
Lend me your ear, free your mind
You just gotta sit back and check the vibe
And the skyline's clear so it's about time
Everybody sit back and check the vibe
Wise man mean no need no education
All I do is sit back and check the vibe
So lend me your ear, let me free your mind
You just gotta sit back and check the vibe
Twist Again (La La La) lyrics - Chris Webby
See
We been on that La La La since '08
Combine strains and taste
Lebron james of vaping
Volcano blazing bongs with no breaks
Edibles on plates till I'm beyond baked
And I be on and it g-g-got me gone
Got that wax that you can't feel your body on
Yeah That shit that you moving slow is a zombie on
High as a cosmonaut never gon catch me not smoking
The best hit my chest and I take the whole rip
Fuck a 20 bag I'll take the whole zip
Even if the federal government oppose it
I say fuck it and grab another nugget and puff it in public
Weed naps on my back like a Snorlax
Highest alien bouncing off of the ceiling
I need it up in my system the minute that I record that
Loud pack in a wall rat
Yeah
Let's twist again
Like we did last summer
Let's twist again
Until we all get high
I still remember when "I got the weed mans number"
So let's twist again
Til we learn to fly
Yeah
Let's twist again
(La la la la la la la)
Let's twist again
(La la la la la la la)
Let's twist again
(La la la la la la la)
Let's twist again
(La la la la la la la)
Still rollin to the diner with my half off coupon
Bacon grilled cheese and you know I get my soup on
Still up on that Jimmy Neutron
Got the boost on in my spaceship
Lean back in a futon
Whoa
Even when I'm seeing the cops
I chief pot whether they gon make it legal or not
Cause see I smoke for recreation before it was recreational
Take a pull
Now the euphoria is undebatable
My terpene so aromatic
Yeah
You can smell it from my parents attic to the basement
To they say
"Chris, light an incense, or use some of that spray shit, fuck I can't take this! For Christ sake you're 28, give me a break!"
(Alright mom)
Then I go back to getting baked
Higher than Towelie up on a balcony
And smoking hourly and burning the Sour D like a calorie
Let's twist again
Like we did last summer
Let's twist again
Until we all get high
I still remember when "I got the weed mans number"
So let's twist again
Til we learn to fly
Yeah
Let's twist again
(La la la la la la la)
Let's twist again
(La la la la la la la)
Let's twist again
(La la la la la la la)
Let's twist again
(La la la la la la la)
When that wax pen is in action
And the smoke fill the room like Mad Men
With those hash blends
I'm like Captain Kirk
When I get the purp I am blasting off
Til I'm lost in the stars
Never come down
Light my blunts with the sun now
Snuffing out the bud like a blood hound
I'm chemically imbalanced roll a doobie and I puff now
So I'm saying "Who got the lighter, who got the lighter"
Say "Who got the lighter, who got the lighter"
Yeah "Who got the lighter, who got the lighter"
No, for real, who got my fuckin lighter
I need that fire from the Bic just to calm me
And the chronic goes so strong
Hoodie smelling like it's Snoop Doggs Laundry
Twist like Chubby Checker
There's nothing better on Gods green
Roll the palm trees
And I'm gone
Peace
Let's twist again
Like we did last summer
Let's twist again
Until we all get high
I still remember when "I got the weed mans number"
So let's twist again
Til we learn to fly
Yeah
Let's twist again
(La la la la la la la)
Let's twist again
(La la la la la la la)
Let's twist again
(La la la la la la la)
Let's twist again
(La la la la la la la)
Weirdo lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Justina Valentine)
[Chris Webby:]
Ever since I came into the world back in '88
Had anxious brain waves with a baby face
Up in my crib I just laid awake for I could say my shapes
I was immersed in this crazy place
And uh
Me and normal ain't compatible
I am from another universe so come and tag along
Yeah
I wasn't like the other kids up in my class at all
Doctor saying "Somethings wrong with him, give him Adderall"
Save me, this shit done made me crazy
Had ADHD and a case of rabies
Shit I kept my grades up but my brain was spacey
Had to chase me
My legs never stayed in place see
I couldn't pay attention to what's in front of my face
Always in detention for something I shouldn't say
But hey
My mom said that I should speak my mind
And in time, intertwine, with this gift of rhyme
And as fate would have it
I just chased the rabbit down the hole
Don't know if I'll make it back
I cheers with the Mad Hatter
And blaze with Alice
Practicing black magic and taking acid
With the Cheshire Cat sitting shotgun
Maybe Goose to my Top Gun
Wildin out until the cops come
Weirdo til I drop son
Normal human I am not one
Yeah
[Justina Valentine:]
I don't give a damn what people say about me
(Baby can't you tell)
All of the jokes that the cool kids used to make about me
(Go fuck yourself!)
And I don't care if they are staring at me
Pretty soon they'll follow everywhere that I be
That I be
And I mean
I'm just a weirdo
Yes it appears so
Don't follow the leader
It's not my demeanor
That's not what I'm here for
Cause I'm just a weirdo
Isn't it clear though
I'm on my own planet and damn it
Don't care if you don't understand it
[Chris Webby:]
Yeah
What's the difference between me and you
Shit, I don't think like other people do
Shining like a holographic Pikachu
They said I'd never see it through
But now they got they face in they palm like playing Peek A Boo
Unbelievable
Inconceivable
They not
I be seeing through
What they feeding you
Brainwash
Cause an adolescent who's bad at lessons and not accepted
(Find another seat loser)
Alrighty guys, I got the message
A little passive but aggressive in the same sense
I found my passion and rapping ain't been the same since
8 lit in my space ship when I day trip
Put the joint to the flame tip
Said I'm hard to ignore
People tell me I'm a lot to absorb
I come around and all the normal people locking they doors
But ever since I was a board and grill mopping them floors
I knew one day they'd see me on the top of the floor
[Justina Valentine:]
I don't give a damn what people say about me
(Baby can't you tell)
All of the jokes that the cool kids used to make about me
(Go fuck yourself!)
And I don't care if they are staring at me
Pretty soon they'll follow everywhere that I be
That I be
And I mean
I'm just a weirdo
Yes it appears so
Don't follow the leader
It's not my demeanor
That's not what I'm here for
Cause I'm just a weirdo
Isn't it clear though
I'm on my own planet and damn it
Don't care if you don't understand it
I don't care, they don't understand it
This my world, forget the whole planet
Follow me now
Follow me now
And I don't care, you don't understand it
This my world, forget the whole planet
Follow me now
Follow me now
I don't give a damn what people say about me
(Baby can't you tell)
All of the jokes that the cool kids used to make about me
(Go fuck yourself!)
And I don't care if they are staring at me
Pretty soon they'll follow everywhere that I be
That I be
And I mean
I'm just a weirdo
Yes it appears so
Don't follow the leader
It's not my demeanor
That's not what I'm here for
Cause I'm just a weirdo
Isn't it clear though
I'm on my own planet and damn it
Don't care if you don't understand it
The Connect lyrics - Chris Webby
You were knocking it out today bro, turn that beat up though
Okay (ya ya)
Coming straight up out the cave of wonders
I played the game like I'm at Dave & Buster's
So if you want a shot at me you better take a number
Cause see, I'm 'bout to fuck the world until I break the rubber
Rape and plunder, you better stay and cover
I'm coming for the iron throne, got white walker in my chromosomes
From a place beyond the wall you shouldn't go alone
Icy flesh up on my frozen bones
Eyes the color of the meth that Walter cooked up in his mobile home
I go to war and bring that wild aggression
Like Khaleesi's dragons every time I rhyme in a session
I'm not wishing on a star for no divine intervention
I'm just killing everybody thats in the line of succession
Leaving impression just check my analytics
Or you can read my origin story up in the hieroglyphics
And your knocky genetics mix with the scientific experimental test that took my mind to a higher limit
Higher learning way before I was a rap vet
Introduce you dummies to my crash test
Still Connecticut up on my driver's license address
The type of breed we never had yet
I'm the one they talk about under they breath
Never say it out loud or I come for they neck
And I'm a double your bet
Take shots, nothing but net
Stacking green like the fucking Connect
Yeah, I'm the one they talk about under they breath
Never say it out loud or I come for they neck
And I'm a double your bet
Take shots, nothing but net
Stacking green like the fucking Connect (Yeah)
You see I never been a fighter, I just kill them with my wits
And I'm smarter than most, so shit's as simple as it gets (true)
Got a little bad thing licking on my dick (ugh)
Again and again like I'm living in a .gif
Or a boomerang, I pack the hookah with a super strain
Rolling with the Koopah gang, right up out the sewer drain
Mutant ninja rapper baby I'm a do my thang
While I'm maneuvering, through your ladies Nuvaring
Ain't no way out there to measure me
I tip the scales very heavily as I cleverly prepare the recipe
And cook-up all this fire every Wednesday with nothing but the bare necessities
Webby be a mongrel, I'll do to you what happened to those people that booked a room in the movie Hostel, I'm hostile
I'll leave you horizontal, way down with the fossils
Christian Webster flipping letters like I'm playing Boggle
Grab a pair of goggles, baby get a scuba mask
Cause you'll be sleeping where the groupers and the tunas at
Like Luca Brasi can't even find you with google maps, do the math
Your [?] is back
I'm the one they talk about under they breath
Never say it out loud or I come for they neck
And I'm a double your bet
Take shots, nothing but net
Stacking green like the fucking Connect
Yeah, I'm the one they talk about under they breath
Never say it out loud or I come for they neck
And I'm a double your bet
Take shots, nothing but net
Stacking green like the fucking Connect (Yeah)
I've been patiently waiting for a track to explode on
They don't ever know what it go down when I get my zone on
You better go long, because my throwing arm is the same one I hold the mic with, it's so strong; mighty Joe Young
Oh lord I've been so gone
So fucking high I've been passing right through the
Webby spit it so cold you gon' need to keep your winter coat on for the whole song
I'm the one they talk about under they breath
Never say it out loud or I come for they neck
And I'm a double your bet
Take shots, nothing but net
Stacking green like the fucking Connect (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm the one they talk about under they breath
Never say it out loud or I come for they neck
And I'm a double your bet
Take shots, nothing but net
Stacking green like the fucking Connect (Yeah)
Microphone Killa lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Merkules)
[Chris Webby:]
Quick to the draw like an animator
Laying down tapes like I'm Hannah Baker
Microphone assassinator
Rolling in a navigator
They just cannot load the data
Baby now they know I made it
(Baby now they know I made it)
Better get ready to bust, Merk you ready or what
I'm lighting the medical giving the heti a puff
Nobody heavy as us, venomous touch
Got em all bellying up
Better give up
Turning your city from metal to dust
Make tombs for my adversaries
Make room or I'll have em buried
I'm cutting through all your capillaries
Give me, give me, all the God damn loot
With the trees on deck, baby I am Groot
So please
Give me some more space to breathe
They saying things about me but the thing about me is I never care what all these motherfuckers think about me
Young and OG, spitting my game since '03
Feel a cold breeze whenever I speak to you
Speak the truth, living proof, I can reach the youth
And move a mountain, you?
You just move around it
Try to climb it but the climate got your movements clouded
See the room is crowded when I pack the show
All black bumblebee pull up at the door
Murdered out, when I'm burning out
Tryna get that money in absurd amounts, I'mma need a third account
I'm the one you heard about, listen
Campaign mode like a poli-tician
Never laid low cause I got a, vision
And I gotta bring that bitch in
Took for wishing got them wishing I would stop
But I never slow down like I'm running from the cops
Put some money in the pot
Got the pocket aces and I'll take it no debating
Give me everything you got, cause
I am the mic, the microphone killa
I grip the mic, like Mike I'm all thriller
Looking for a bigger dinner got the world up on my finger-tip like a fidget spinner bitches because you know that I'm the
I am the mic, the microphone killa
I am the one with the golden gun
I am the light, recite with no filla
Don't step to the best and expect respect
I'm on deck so it's best to protect your neck because
I am the mic, the microphone killa
I am the mic, the microphone killa
I am the mic, the microphone killa
I am the mic, the mic, the mic, the mic, the
... the microphone killa
[Merkules:]
I'm the microphone killa with a gun on my waist
Forgot my face, drink tequila out the jug with no chase
And running with apes, gorillas, fuck the love it's just hate
Snatching crumbs off your plate and ask if you got something to say, I doubt it
I'm finna bout, it I've been a tyrant since Pokemon
My potion's strong I'm the OG like Obi-Wan
I'm going hard like a virgin's first booty call
Every verse will give them pins and needles like a voodoo doll
Now every single rapper Big Merk is taking doo doo's on
See me in a camo balaclava when the news come on
Shout out Webby we the youngest with the juice
I got an army right behind me we a hunnid strong salute, yeah
These bitches salty, they feeling froggy, well get up off me
What's in the coffee, I fold em up like I did the laundry
I'm Kurt Cobain, with a hint of Auzzie, my shit is haunting
I kill em softly, I'm ice-cold like I went to bargaining
Nevertheless I never fall off once
I'm Air Jordan in his prime and y'all are Walmart Chucks
My fan base will keep growing like Paul Blart's gut
One bar in the booth will get these Pop-Tarts stuck, I'm saying
These ignoramuses think I'm famous, the shit is dated
I'm sipping Jameson thinking about which whip to blaze in
I feel the hate it's just motivation to get me paid with
So if they say they don't like me that means I fit the A-list
Hey bitch, why you mad at the kid? I've had it with this
You think you dope, but I'm actually sick
Hacking this shit, back in the mix, gargantuous shit
You think you slick you get slapped with a dick, no question
Everybody wants to head off Merk
It's R.I.P Prodigy, I'm bringing hell on Earth
We the truth, we the ones that you should bet on first
Yo Webby this shit's like a hundred and ten bar verse, let's get it
It's probably cause I've never wrote my shit in double time
Which means that now I have to go and add in just a couple lines
Fuck it's fine, we the illest right now
CT to Canada like how you feeling right now
[Chris Webby:]
I am the mic, the microphone killa
I am the one with the golden gun
I am the light, recite with no filla
Don't step to the best and expect respect
I'm on deck so it's best to protect your neck because
I am the mic, the microphone killa
I am the mic, the microphone killa
I am the mic, the microphone killa
I am the mic, the mic, the mic, the mic, the
... the microphone killa
Wild Things lyrics - Chris Webby
"Gather around everyone
There's something to tell you about the wonderus place
Over the hill, cross the river, into the dark woods
Where the wild things are, but be careful
There are things waiting for you in the woods
Wild things, there are wild things"
Have you seen us, we the wild things boy
With a squad so big fill arenas, that's where you can find me boy
Got a, battery up on my back like a mofi
Spider web emoji up on the trophy, rocking all black like Shinobi
Weed up in the pouch like a joey, I'm Wile Coyote with
Kylie and Khloe and Miley and Zoey Saldana, Natasha, Legeral
Madonna, Kaylahni and Josie the pussycats too
In my Honda we rolling be gone till the morning
I follow my calling and swallow my fear
But the doctor been sayin' I lost it it's clear
That I just cannot gauge it to small of an ear
But these voices are calling that's all I can hear
I am, out here where the wild things be at, Biatch
Hitem' so quick can't react, Halloween Town with a crown like Jack
Fully psycho maniac, he that, shouter with a scream mask
He od at, killer, ya'll better evac, shhh, quiet, here that?
Over where the tree at? That's where you can find me at
Just follow the way, come and follow the way
Don't stop on the road, just step farther away, step farther away
From all that you know, don't get caught in the fray
Or you could just call it a day, cause where we gon' go
Where the monsters will play, so all I can say
Yeah baby you can find me
Where the wild things are
Where the wild things are
Where the wild things are
Yeah baby you can find me
Where the wild things are
Where the wild things are
Where the wild things are
I'm where the Lions and Tigers and Bears go
Places that you wouldn't dare go, blaze the trail without hesitation
Tell me why you waitin' when you scared bro
I'm not a sane man, strange man
More like rain man man (man man)
Roll haze till' the stone age I'm a cave man man
Whippin' like Mad Max, loud pack in the packs till I cat nap
Then I go and snap back runnin' through the maze like a lab rat
Looking for the cheese let me have that, maybe you can find me
In the dark like a zombie, calmly, chillin' at the bar with a blondie
Jager Bomin' tryna drown out my problems
But they be swimmin' like they Phelps in the water
I'm outta order with this orders prescribed
The orderlys' autta be checkin' my arms that they tied
They can not restrain me or try to explain to me
That this is all in my mind
Mister Babadook right out the comic book
I got em' shook and they got nowhere to hide
Stop and look around, watch it cause you now
All the way out in the wild
Just follow the way, come and follow the way
Don't stop on the road, just step farther away, step farther away
From all that you know, don't get caught in the fray
Or you could just call it a day, cause where we gon' go
Where the monsters will play, so all I can say
Yeah baby you can find me
Where the wild things are
Where the wild things are
Where the wild things are
Yeah baby you can find me
Where the wild things are
Where the wild things are
Where the wild things are
Night Crawler lyrics - Chris Webby
I don't see no sunshine
All I see is moonlight today
Wake up when the night fall
I just let the stars guide my way
I don't see no sunshine
All I see is moonlight today
Wake up when the night fall
I just let the stars guide my way
We be hanging with the goblins
Livin' dead thriller mobbin'
Damn I'm such a night crawler
Damn I'm such a night crawler
The boogie man is my weed God and he swings by with that ganja
I'm running out I might call him
I'm running out I might summon him up
What, runnin' a mock, all when the sun isn't up
Don't want it with us, trust, doubling up
Throwing that butter in the dutch
Keepin' it hush, no you ain't got say shit
I see the moonlight on the skyline and I chase it
Got vitamin D deprivation, aight
Don't need daylight savings time
Trying to lead a generation
Follow me up into space time, and I'm
Using constellation navigation out to my destination, and if it gets too dark use echo__cpLocation
Follow my senses on out from the basement
So while you afraid of the dark
Cold heart give 'em goosebumps
R.L. Stein when that moon's up
Nightrider with a tune-up
So who's up, who's nocturnal like me
Insomniac in a Pontiac I don't get no sleep
I don't see no sunshine
All I see is moonlight today
Wake up when the night fall
I just let the stars guide my way
I don't see no sunshine
All I see is moonlight today
Wake up when the night fall
I just let the stars guide my way
I might have to make a sacrifice
Witches broom make me levitate
Poison potion 'till my stomach ache
I know it's tainted but I love the taste
I can feel it taking over, yeah I can feel it taking over
Whiskey mix in that Cola, like doctor jeckyll with da soda
Mister Hyde betta hide ya, and no one to help you inside of here
There's something under your bed, I'm coming for you at night
Better sleep with a nightlight and a dream catcher and a crucifix and a garlic necklace, and an exorcist with the silver bullets and extended clips so we never miss
Inhale mary, I'm devilish, no spiderman I'm Eddy Brock, on any block, so venomous
It's treacherous when that moons out, people turning into silhouettes
Shadows moving can't see shit, but that cherry burning on the cigarette
Mirror mirror on the wall, you can hear me when I call
Moonlight wolf howling, cause I'm coming for it all now
So who's up, who's nocturnal like me
Insomniac in a Pontiac, I don't get no sleep
I don't see no sunshine
All I see is moonlight today
Wake up when the night fall
I just let the stars guide my way
I don't see no sunshine
All I see is moonlight today
Wake up when the night fall
I just let the stars guide my way
I don't see no sun, I don't see no sunshine
Wake up when it's night, wakeup when it's nightfall
I don't see no sun, I don't see no sunshine
University Of Life lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Madi Wolf)
[Chris Webby:]
Welcome to the university of life, gather 'round and take a seat students, I'm your substitute for the night
'Cus you might think you're doin' it right. I thought it too up until I learned my lesson now it's the lesson plan that I offer you
Study history, learn from the mistakes of those who came before you so you can make it through life differently and
Take economics, a business class if you got it. Had to learn that for myself when people got up in my pockets
'Cus the school of hard-knocks is full of roadblocks and potholes and semester after semester life is a long road
You gotta take some risks 'cus if you livin' dangerous just know that there's consequences for the way you live
Because expulsion from life is permanent. Ain't no principals offices, church services so for all my fallen classmates
I tip this bottle of bourbon and pour it out as I question what this life is all about. That's when they told me
[Madi Wolf:]
Welcome to the university of life now
If you didn't know before then you 'gon find out
This is real life, don't be surprised how that I am all grown up
[x2]
[Chris Webby:]
Gotta study psychology so you readin' people properly and learn to see the world through the perspective of philosophy
I've always loved anatomy.. I mean understandably but I played it safe 'cus I ain't ready for family
'Cus I'm still working on myself and that's the mission, as taxes in my business' expenses became tuition ain't no wishin'
On a star, real life comes at a cost so crawl before you walk and listen more than you talk
Take your lessons as a blessing raise ya hand and ask questions. We all got ADD but pay attention
No (prisons or no testin'[?]) that could give you preparation live with zero hesitation yo this life is what you make it
Gotta take it, any records that they set just go and break it! I'd rather have detention than follow and be complacent
'Cus when I hit my lowest and started loosin' focus and everything around me seemed hopeless that's when they told me
[Madi Wolf:]
Welcome to the university of life now
If you didn't know before then you 'gon find out
This is real life, don't be surprised how that I am all grown up
[x2]
Yeah, keep that sunshine on my side, so I know it's 'gon be alright
Follow me and Ima be your guide, leave your worries behind, yeah
These mistakes that I'm takin' home taught me everythin' I know
Now I'm here to help you grow, woah woah yeah
Welcome to the university of life now
If you didn't know before then you 'gon find out
This is real life, don't be surprised how that I am all grown up...
Little Man lyrics - Chris Webby
You're growing up little man
All the castles in the sand
Gone with the tide now
It's all a part of the plan
Stand tall
You gon be all right now
Just hold ya head
You're growing up little man
You got the world up in your hands
Better hold on to it tight now
It's all a part of the plan
Stand tall
You gon' be all right now
Just hold ya head
Sittin' by the water in the sand
Buildin' castles til the tide rolls in
(Yeah Yeah Yeah)
Just a refugee in Neverland
Thought my feet would never land again
Don't let the world steal your magic
The rising tide is automatic
Use your time wisely while you have it
Because tomorrow never stays
And yesterdays just a page
In a book of life
So catch the wind 'till you flying high
With that birds eye view from the sky
You'll feel that wind chill
That's just growing up
Case you know they say that castles made of sand
Fall in the sea eventually
And I know that I can do anything
Yeah you can do anything
Nothings impossible
You're unstoppable
But you gotta grow
Listen up
You're growing up little man
All the castles in the sand
Gone with the tide now
It's all a part of the plan
Stand tall
You gon be all right now
Just hold ya head
You're growing up little man
You got the world up in your hands
Better hold on to it tight now
It's all a part of the plan
Stand tall
You gon be all right now
Just hold ya head
Growing up little man
From a seed to a bigger plan
Even if you can't see there's a bigger plan
Young soul so low in the solar system
And the clock is ticking
And the world is cold
And then one instance
Your world could go
From the Little John
To the super bowl
Flipped upside down like vertigo
So here we go
Up up and away now
Never see the world if you stay up on the playground
Can't see the stars if you stay indoors
Can never have it all if you don't want more
You can never have light if you don't endure the darkness
Til it shines so bright you can feel the sun
But you gotta set sail in the sea regardless
Say goodbye that the beast you leaving from
(Yeah)
But don't let it get to you now
There's gravity pulling you down
Keepin' one foot on the ground
Trying to keep you from looking around
But look at you now
Little man you're growing up
And ya here for more than showing up
But you gotta close one door in order for the next one to open up
But just take it slow
Everything is gonna be alright
(Yeah)
Just let it go oh oh
Your time is now
But it's running out
(Running out, running out)
You're growing up little man
All the castles in the sand
Gone with the tide now
It's all a part of the plan
Stand tall
You gon be all right now
Just hold ya head
You're growing up little man
You got the world up in your hands
You better hold on to it tight now
It's all a part of the plan
Stand tall
You gon be all right now
Just hold ya head
Campfire lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Jitta On the Track)
Chase the high until it fades
Better pace myself
Push my limits everyday
Till I break myself
My time is on the way, ay, ay, ay
Better brace myself
'Cause if I didn't give this shit my all I swear to god I couldn't face myself
I been telling these stories about my life (my life, my life)
Out around a campfire all night (out around a campfire all night)
Just trying to find my through the moonlight (I'm just trying to find a way)
I'm just tryin' to hide my pain as I hydroplane
Till my tires strain in the left lane, with a depressed brain
Callin' my doctor up, hoping my med's came
Another panic attack feeling my chest tight
Can't even see the road, losing my head lights
I know
I gotta keep on pushing through it
And my therapy is making music
Without it I think I would lose it
So gather round
Gather round, listen up
'Cause what's you know is, is not enough
Grab a blunt fill your cup
Let me tell you some'
Till the campfires out, campfires out
Telling stories til' the campfire's out
Light the match into the kerosene
Show what life is like behind the scene
Put my soul up on a page as I judge myself
Cigarettes and cocaine, I don't trust myself
Drinking whiskey for the pain (ane, ane, ane) and blunt might help
Lacking self-respect with all the love I get why can't I find a way to love myself
I've been telling my stories to anyone listening (better listen, listen, listen)
I've done so much but still I feel so insignificant (insignificant, yeah, yeah)
Been battling all these demons ever since my christenin' (go to war with all these demons)
But still I'm hearin' breathin', tryna find a reason, why I'm breakin' even
I should have more by now from all these tours and crowds
But it's just me and this bottle, so I'm about to pour it down
Fire gonna scorch the ground while I be telling my tales
Follow a treacherous trail but in the end I prevail
I know
I gotta keep on pushing through it
And my therapy is making music
Without it I think I would lose it
So gather round
Gather round, listen up
'Cause what you know is, is not enough
Grab a blunt, fill your cup
Let me tell you some'
Till the campfires out campfires out telling stories til' the campfire's out
Light the match into the kerosene
Show what life is like behind the scene
I deal with afflictions by willingly filing prescriptions
I live with conditions that really don't fit the descriptions
My grit and conviction's the reason I'm still in existence
My will and ambition's the reason I'm still in the business
Still I just wish I could turn off the shit in my brain
The positive and all negative, livin' the yin and the yang
I'm still insecure even when they be telling me, "Webby, you killing the game"
But feel like I'm still in the rain, I wait for these feelings to change
A fifth of the Jameson, I'll sip it away
Just give me whatever, I don't want to deal with this pain
Simple and plain, I don't want to bitch and complain
My life really isn't so bad, I'm making a living, it's strange
That I'm even feeling this way, I gotta be tough for the fans
I gotta be tough for my team, I gotta be tough for my fam'
People are counting on me and I cannot fuck up the plan
Just give me a bottle, I'm fine, I'll bottle it up in advanced
Don't stop and check in on myself, I just keep on moving ahead
My wounds never heal completely, no time for the bruises to mend
I push it all down like society says I should do as a man
Don't know how to talk about it but when written in music, I can
This is the way I get through with this music is all that I got
On top of that, I run a business, I need to be callin' the shots
With all the pressure of that mixed with the pressure of life
Got all this pressure that's pressing me, feel like my heads in a vice
I tell myself every night
I gotta keep on pushing through it
And my therapy is making music
Without I think I would lose it
So gather round'
Gather round, listen up
'Cause what you know is, is not enough
Grab a blunt, fill your cup
Let me tell you some'
Till the campfires out, campfires out
Telling stories til' the campfire's out
Light the match into the kerosene
Show what life is like behind the scene
Webby's Lab 2 (Intro) lyrics - Chris Webby
[Verse 1:]
Yeah...
I was, stuck inside my fuckin' studio pacing
Stressin' and second guessin' with all the music I'm makin'
Re assessin' who I choose to put faith in
And re examinin' who really has a say in all these moves that I'm makin'
Stepped away for a minute, made a new situation
And now it's back to the basics, I know you have been waitin'
Cause see it ain't about the numbers or the views or rotations
I'm hungry, those in my way should get to funeral arrangin'
I'll bruise em, I'll scrape em, I'll chew em, I'll break em
And Get a skewer filet em, like food on my plate and throw what's left in the stew I was makin'
I'm patient I'm calm and I'm cool I'm just sayin'
The person that you see when you google my name, with those stupid photo shoots from like 2008 with the early interviews of me sayin' some super outdated chemically fueled ludicrous statements
Was just a kid who lacked guidance, up in the public eye
But I'm all grown up now, so fuck it right
Let's get back to raisin' hell up again
And talkin' shit about these rappers cause I'm better than them
Time to give em all a show so go assemble your friends
We in the lab, like its 2011 again
The hands on the clocks jumpin', but dammit I'm not bluffin'
It's time to make shit get outta hand like I dropped somethin'
Won't stop nothing I'm back bitch, the bandicoot of Datpiff
With my lab kit, and bottle ready to crash shit
[Interlude:]
Oh you think that's it? Not even close mother fucker. Check check...
[Verse 2:]
Rockin' crowds is what I love to do
Adrenaline is pumpin' through
My body, sending dopamine levels right through the fuckin' roof
Serotonin rushin' too, more than any drug could do
Music's like my anti depressant, this shit ain't nothing new
Without it I'd be caught up in stress, an alcoholic, a mess
I don't just do this cause it offers a check
Cause I don't need a label office, a jet, or a crib in the hills or a lamborghini and jewelry all on my neck
But I'm sick of fallin' in debt with this Indian guy from American Express puttin' in this call to collect
But I see being pushed to the brink as a test
And honestly, bein' broke really seems to bring out my best
I feel like, I'm locked inside a fuckin cage with a pen
Bein' pushed to the point that I hate this game that I'm in
Surrounded by these people who just like to fake and pretend
So they ask, "if that's the case why you ain't famous as them?"
I dunno, but just lemme give my midnight toast
Hip hops dead like nas said and it's this I quote
I'm feelin' like I'm out the loop and it's an inside joke
"Wait wait, your actually serious? You think this guys dope?"
So I'll keep givin' my lectures, professor Webster is back in my mask jacket and gloves cookin' tracks in the desert
I'm back and I'm better, actin' erratic dramatic and clever
Cause I'm, still up in the fuckin' lab like Dexter
[Outro:]
Five years later, we back up in the laboratory mother fucker. Welcome to the mixtape. Yea!
Datpiff (Freeverse) lyrics - Chris Webby
[Intro:]
Ye ye ye ye ye ye ye yeah
Webbys lab... 2
Na na na na na nana
[Verse 1:]
I'm Vladamir and Vitali combined in the body of Rowdy Roddy and Colossus usin' karate
So get to movin' your body, see for you it's a hobby
But I've been dropping shit ever since I could poop on the potty
And it's prolly cause I just spent my whole life gettin' stared at
Weirdo with the raw rap goin' bare back
Can I give a fuck? Hmm, maybe, but I swear that...
You'll never see it like Donald Trump on a prayer mat...
While rockin' a turban and swervin' in a Ford Explorer
Bumpin' some reggaeton and helpin' people cross the border
See I'm just tryna do it for my peoples and supporters
Roll so mother fuckin' deep you'd think I'm breathing underwater
Cause see I'm like the author of this autobiography
They call me an oddity, it ain't my fault cause they'll probably
Pick apart my every lyric like a frog in biology
But I'll keep my stock high enough to stall the economy
As I jog through your property, while they tryin' to run it
Take off flyin' and plummet while Webby climb to the summit
Droppin' fire they love it, it's just a drop in the bucket
Only dude still on the mic without a quality budget
I mean fuck it, I rock crowds and I'm makin' my block proud
Even thought I'm still residing at my mom's house
Wait, wait... Aren't I supposed to be on now?
Countin' my money from all the people that supported my songs now?
"Calm down Webby, I been bumpin' you on Spotify"
Well thanks for that, like, one thousandth of a dollar, guy
Maybe if you listen enough then I'll get like eighty cents
And be a step closer to gettin' me that Mercedes Benz
Fuck the latest trends, I'll do the opposite
I'm a do me, middle fingers to the politics
And EDM is all I'm hearin' from the college kids
Maybe I'm just gettin' older man, but it's obvious that...
[Hook:]
Alots changed since I first crashed Datpiff
Alots changed since I first crashed Datpiff
I'm in the laboratory cookin' up a classic
Go and tell em Webby's back bitch
Alots changed since I first crashed Datpiff
Alots changed since I first crashed Datpiff
I'm in the laboratory cookin' up a classic
Go and tell em Webby's back bitch
[Verse 2:]
(Danger!) I run in screamin' like Mystikal, smoother criminal
Than Micheal mixed with Alien Ant Farm, the pivotal
Multi syllable killer my finger itchin' till triggers blow
Minions in the whip cause I'm mother fucking despicable
I'm sick of all these trivial rappers talkin' material possessions and financial status all up on my stereo
All I ever do is go hard, now it's gettin' physical
Until I'm breathin' hard as Seth Rogen doin' 27 miles on an elliptical
... I'm not ballin', I'm just lighting the bong till I'm coughin'
Jamo poured till I'm crawlin'...
If you steppin' to Chris? I'll leave your head on a stick
Like Ned Stark, I just gotta get a pencil and flip
See what I carry and wield? This shits Valerian steel
And any second I'm a blow, call me Derek Forreal
So it's hickory dickory dock, lick on the tip of my cock
In the conversation I'm the pick of the litter to watch
Don't need a mixer, I don't order my shit on the rocks
All I need's a chalice with some whiskey that's filled to the top
The fuck has happened? One minute people rappin'
The next all I'm hearin' is adlibbing over tracks and
The planet is collapsin', economies are crashin'
And Hillary Clinton is dabbin', so I guess that...
[Hook:]
Alots changed since I first crashed Datpiff
Alots changed since I first crashed Datpiff
I'm in the laboratory cookin' up a classic
Go and tell em Webby's back bitch
Alots changed since I first crashed Datpiff
Alots changed since I first crashed Datpiff
I'm in the laboratory cookin' up a classic
Go and tell em Webby's back bitch
Knocked Down lyrics - Chris Webby
[Intro:]
We'll be singing, when we're winning
We'll be singing...
[Hook:]
I get knocked down, but I get up (but I get up) you're never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up (but I get up) you're never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up (but I get up) you're never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up (but I get up) you're never gonna keep me down
[Verse 1:]
I get knocked down, but I'm a be back in a minute
Glass full of Guiness till I'm passin' my limit
Shots lined up, throw em back, never sip it
Then my vision goes black and I'm in it
We gon' open that bottle and break it in
Chasin' that Makers with Jameson
Party when it's Saturday again
But you won't see me on Sunday like mailmen
I'm on my Chumbawamba, clutch a cup of
Vodka shipped in from Mother Russia
... Just a bad ass mother fucker
With a bar tab that got me crunchin' numbers
21 and under, this ain't for you
I stay lit drankin' brews and breakin' rules
With straight shots on demand, no Pay Per View
So all I really got to say to you, is...
[Hook:]
I get knocked down, but I get up (but I get up) you're never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up (but I get up) you're never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up (but I get up) you're never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up (but I get up) you're never gonna keep me down
[Verse 2:]
I get knocked down, but I get shit poppin' pronto
... Pulling up on my Dr. Gonzo
Suit case full with a lot of contro-
Band, my shades on like I'm Johnny Bravo
Grab the liquor get wasted, until we all live in the Matrix
Sippin' my whiskey until I'm like sixty and need me a liver replacement
Really I'm sayin', I guess that sobriety's one of those things I can't do for the life of me
... I honestly try to be, but bein' sober just gives me anxiety
Knocked down like Apollo Creed, pour four shots and I swallow three
Then I hit a little bit of Colorado tree, and then... Follow me!
[Bridge:]
(Pissing the night away)
This drink is all up in my cup
(Pissing the night away)
Knocked down but I'm gettin' right back up
(Pissing the night away)
And we do not give a fuck
(Pissing the night away)
Knocked down but I'm gettin' right back up
[Hook:]
I get knocked down, but I get up (but I get up) you're never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up (but I get up) you're never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up (but I get up) you're never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up (but I get up) you're never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up (but I get up) you're never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up (but I get up) you're never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up (but I get up) you're never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up (but I get up) you're never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up (but I get up) you're never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up (but I get up) you're never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up (but I get up) you're never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up (but I get up) you're never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up (but I get up) you're never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up (but I get up) you're never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up (but I get up) you're never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up (but I get up) you're never gonna keep me down
Ignition lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Dave East)
[Verse 1 - Chris Webby:]
Yeah
You lookin' bad woman
Head to toe, had to let you know from your facial features to your ass women
This women, that women, cat women
Sratchin' my back and my abdomen
I don't brag to 'em, I just be tellin' 'em how I'm livin'
Like I'm full grown an' messin' around with the kittens
New car smell but already test driven
And I do it like my whip and put my key in the ignition, drop
I'm a do it now, goin' stupid now
Got a cougar in the uber now, ya the rumors out
Backin' it up like I'm juvenile
Got 'em movin' now
Ya I know I'm kinda new in town
They like who an' how
From the bed to the couch, shit
Make the couch flip
Every room up in the house, shit
And she down with goin' until the sweat drip
Workin' out shit
In that pussy till it purrs baby
Call me Meow Mix, yeah
[Hook - Chris Webby:]
I just gettin' how I'm livin'
Cougar sittin' shotty like I'm Ricky Bobby whippin'
See the similarities of vehicles and women
Cause I get that shit purrin' when the keys in the ignition
Like, like [purring noise] when the keys in the ignition
I get that shit purrin' when the keys in the ignition
See the similarities of vehicles and women
Cougar sitting shotty with the key in the ignition, like
[Verse 2 - Dave East:]
Uh, got a bitch from out the country
I only get to visit monthly
She said she want me
Cristal sippers begets hard denim
As soon as I slide got em feelin like God
And I'm emaculate with the packagin
Told me she like 36
Not a BBW, but she curvy, thick
I got a early flight, know I gotta rise up
Feeling faded like Nas, cut your times up
She like lobster, I like my steak prime cut
Tom Ford everything could never get his grind up
She got the foreign whip, condo in Soho
I come around she take her ring off, on the low though
I'm in this other's chick city, doing promo
Instagram I had shit hot, don't take no photos
I'm in the drop with the AC off
Got a cougar on my line tryna taste this sauce, A1
[Hook - Chris Webby:]
I just gettin' how I'm livin'
Cougar sittin' shotty like I'm Ricky Bobby whippin'
See the similarities of vehicles and women
Cause I get that shit purrin' when the keys in the ignition
Like, like [purring noise] when the keys in the ignition
I get that shit purrin' when the keys in the ignition
See the similarities of vehicles and women
Cougar sitting shotty with the key in the ignition, like
[Verse 3 - Chris Webby:]
I'm the cracker with the flavor you ain't seen since town house
Rips with the cheese when I breeze through your town now
Ds with the Es so please
I already got a plate of sword fish waitin' for me at the tele
So just call me when you need some
Throw on Netflix and we fuckin' through the reruns
Yeah, let me breath some
See we banging and she blow my money, baby that's a threesome
They askin' if I'm a kid or not, shit I'm hot
Throwing competition in the litter box
And while your messing with those little thoughts
I just sit and watch
And shake the planet till I sit on top
And I don't care if you got kids or not
As long as shit is tight
Get a baby sitter, come and spend the night
I'm just a different type than your normal tinder swipe
Sayin' hello kitty and get up in it right
[Outro - Chris Webby:]
I just gettin' how I'm livin'
Cougar sittin' shotty like I'm Ricky Bobby whippin'
See the similarities of vehicles and women
Cause I get that shit purrin' when the keys in the ignition
Like, like [purring noise] when the keys in the ignition
I get that shit purrin' when the keys in the ignition
See the similarities of vehicles and women
Cougar sitting shotty with the key in the ignition, like [purring noise]
With the key in the ignition like
With the key in the ignition like
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