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#FeelTheBern lyrics - Chris Webby

Ya

Webby's lab.... 2!

CT, what up man, still got those mother fucking bars on deck

I'm a killer whale

My frigging tail could tip the scales

And my train of thought is so heavy that I could strip the rails

On dark knights, you ain't catching me with Christian Bale

I'm a Tom Hardy and ledger up in the city jail

Fuck bail I'm already down in hell and chilling

Raise hell and sinnin

Not counting on the day that I meet God and get to hang around in heaven with him

So when I'm Grammy winning giving acceptance speeches I ain't sharing the credit with the machete gripping

And ready whipping, up in my Chevy ripping

From Connecticut to your television, you better listen

Cuz the flows so vicious

I'm superhuman all they are are superstitious

So watch yourself bitches

Cuz I be so malicious, vicious

So stay the mother fuck up out my business

I roll up and hit this now I am so lit

It's clear I'm on grass like a picnic

And you know we blunt sparking

Eyes lower than Ben Carsons

Space jam ballin I am Marvin a martian

Pardon, I heat it up like methane and carbon

But I'm going green solar panels in my garden

I'm, committing arson when I drop my project

And I'mma burn your house down with the shit I drop next

Connecticut to the prime meridian listening

I'm up in every classroom, home and condominium and

I cause a racket bitch and I'm not talking wimbeldon

I get it in

That's why they seeing web like they looking between the toes of an amphibian, I'm brilliant

There's other rappers talk but we ain't buying it like they selling bottled tap water from Flint Michigan

Bitches I'm on my shit again

Thinking back on life but now its different

Always evolving, I'm so Darwinian

I'm no simpleton, Webby here to get it in

And I got my Michelin scraping the pavement

It's ride or die, bitches get an amen

My rap games godly, pull up with a posy

Rocking the ear flaps like Kyle Broflovski

Webby kamakazie, bonzie watch me

Detonator in my pocket like a Tomagatchi

Swerving like I'm Ozzi, I think it was the molly

I put it down for months but my brain still foggy

I be doing this until the day I go scenial

Forget how to write, perform and spit freestyles

I'mma kill shit 'til then with no retrial

Cuz I got my lawyer Saul Goodman on the speed-dial

Meanwhile, I'mma swerve like I'm flippin a bitch

And its simple as this, on these minimalists

Cannot hang with the bar heavy lyrical shit

When I'm back up in that lab like kibble and bits

Get it? like retriever? the dog, Labrador?

No? What the fuck, all I'm asking is for you to understand me

And some money for the packet store

I need a dollar, can you loan me some Macklemore?

I want them thriftshop checks

So I don't care who I piss off next

Clock in, not a shift off yet

It ain't easy trying to live off debt

Put in work but nobody getting rich off sweat

You see I really love rapping bro

But now its turned into a mother fucking fashion show

They wearing skirts and flip flops, what the fuck he doing?

With pants so tight, you see the dam butt cheeks through em

I'm east coast cuz my sweats in timbos

A scruffy ass face cigarette and brim low

With a sexy bimbo big breasted nympho

Giving head in a rented limo

So check yo info

The game looking real concerned

Cuz when I'm on, I'ma steal your turn

I'm like senator sanders mixed with a fucking charmander

So, either way you gonna feel the burn

Age Of Empires lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. KXNG CROOKED)

They'll know my name

After the stars are passing through

They'll know my name

When they forgot about you

They'll know my name

After the stars are passing through

They'll know my name

When they forgot about you

[Chris Webby:]

Yeah

They gon' know my name for generations

For these revolutionary revelations

And as humanities headed for devastation

I'mma be the only thing standing when it caves in

Weapons carved from the bones of my enemies

War paint with the blood of my critics

Keep my kingdom in control with telepathy

Get up in your mind, when I'm done, you'll admit it, I'm the king

See my name engraved on the monuments

Don't remember how I was embraced by the populous

From my castles excavated by the paleontologists

And they read my tales written by the ancient astrologists

Got the strength of a warrior

The legend that they can’t see the stories of

At the apothecary sipping on the formula

I could rain down fire when I’m scorching the

Earth, right underneath you, beat you down

Defile, defeat you, and just leave you

Nobody’ll try to reach you

Can’t win when I rise, my design is lethal

World domination I don’t got no time for peaceful, I

Rule the land with the love and touch of an iron fist

Battle scars running deeper than my epidermis

Cause when the crown’s in your clutch, there’s a higher risk

Just take a seat upon the thrown, you’ll be getting nervous

Sweating, second guessing the stressing that you could easily fall

The traitors and snakes will cheer and applaud

Then the second that your back’s turned, kill you in broad day

Light, then paint your story on the pyramid walls, I’ve witnessed it all

Believe me

The son of Nefertiti with the brain of Archimedes that’s tucked up under my beanie

No peace treaty, I’m greedy, I’m leaving these lands cauterized

Until my name is immortalized, yeah

They'll know my name

After the stars are passing through

They'll know my name

When they forgot about you

They'll know my name

After the stars are passing through

They'll know my name

When they forgot about you

[KXNG Crooked:]

Yeah

Philosophic as Pythagoras

Skin bronze as Jesus of Nazareth, that and my woolly hair

Police seem to think it’s hazardous

I ain’t Rodney but I’m the king of L.A., they just unaware

My crown is unanimous before I was standing on this land with indigenous people cheefing on cannabis

I ruled half of the Africas, and my word to [?] brought patience like the back of a ambulance

You just wasn’t there

That’s why I brought in this historical columnist

Herodotus to document my father in his sarcophagus

So write a history piece, and take it back to fifth century Greece

Tell him he was omniscient, while you at it tell em’ that I’m the shit

Even theologists, put my name on colleges and philosophy scholarships

Dissertations written on my thoughts and accomplishments

Then they’ll use my memoirs to shape modern politics

They’ll put my name in great books, and Holy Scriptures

When the snakes and crooks want you to forget how my face looks

They’ll hire artists bigger than Michelangelo to paint a false image of me

In phony pictures

Conspiracy theorists dig deeper, when my body’s deceased my name will defeat the Grim reaper

Put my face on the sphynx, like all hail Egypt

But king wherever I roam, like all twelve Caesars

Even when I’m enslaved, and captured like a titan

The gods, on Mount Olympus will be frightened at the mere sight of my songwriting

Ballad of lifelong fighting, and soon as I’m free, I’m striking Zeus with his own lightning

Bounce back from more challenges until I’m back in my palace

Sipping elixir from fabulous chalices

Known as a top war strategist, my name strikes paralysis

Into all my antagonists

They'll know my name

After the stars are passing through

They'll know my name

When they forgot about you

They'll know my name

After the stars are passing through

They'll know my name

When they forgot about you

Back On My BS lyrics - Chris Webby

You know, nowadays

People find one thing you said

Eight, nine, ten years ago

Bring it back up now and

Cancel your whole fuckin' career over it

So, let me make it easy for you

And just say it all right now, ha

Uh

My pronouns are fuck you and suck my dick

Unglued, I punch through and bust my clip

I'm a feminist's worst enemy runnin' my lip

Now get back in the kitchen you fuckin' uptight bitch

Far as gender roles go, maybe I'm just old

Maybe I'm just sick of women's marches blockin' the road

Sick of a culture where a bitch will think looks alone

Is enough to walk around like the whole world owes 'em

And in my opinion, ladies, yo, we both got a place

And the way that the world works since we all were just apes

And when you need us to protect, your man will shoulder the weight

And if he doesn't he's a pussy, which I know is the case

With a lot of these little Gen Z arrogant jerks

Who got so many MMR shots, their brains don't work

And they been sayin' for years that autism's on the rise

No shit, it's right in front of our eyes

And yeah, I know that I'm an old-head now

I'm grown and graduated (Yeah)

I made it just in time to be considered outdated

To a younger generation who didn't grow up sayin'

Jew jokes and words like faggot when they were playin' (Bullshit)

So, now I'm just a bigot for the culture I was raised in

Back in the days when Chinese just meant Asian

And people were too busy to just sit around complainin'

So, while the whole world keep changin'

Spread the word

Webby's back up on that bullshit again

If you're a pussy, I suggest you run and hide

And go tell your friends

Webby's back up on that bullshit again

And this time I think I've truly lost my mind

(Yeah, go fuck yourself)

Yeah, I'm the generation that ain't grow up with an iPad

So, I think it's silly what these kids identify as

Still make jokes anytime I see a pride flag

Never out of hate, it's just funny to me, my bad

Is it a trans-man or a cross dressing man-man?

Who's physically achievin' the things that only a man can

Then demanding that I be calling him ma'am and

Shit is out of hand but damn, trans-ma'am (What the fuck?)

I'm just a dumb cis man but at least I'm tryin'

To fuckin' understand but it seems that I've been

Passed by by the society that I'm in

Walkin' 'round, lookin' confused at things like Biden

Wait, let me not compare myself to a pedophile

Though, I do buy coke from his son once in a while

He be puttin' in his orders to an Al-Qaeda supporter

Who just walks right over the fuckin' border about a mile

Hunter did the whole pile, I just did a couple bumps

Then he bought a couple kids and he threw 'em in the trunk

Wait, fuck, I am so not down with this kind of stuff

And that's how I killed myself when the Clinton's showed up, yeah

I'ma talk shit in a world gone stupid

Takin' Ivermectin while the world got boosted

Tryna hold ground while the world's uprooted

Speakin' up 'til the world mutes it

Spread the word

Webby's back up on that bullshit again

If you're a pussy, I suggest you run and hide

And go tell your friends

Webby's back up on that bullshit again

And this time I think I've truly lost my mind

(You're all a bunch of pussies)

Ever since I said I'm votin' Trump, I've been the bad guy too

A group of fans I didn't even know I had to lose

And since you're leavin', let me read you one last haiku

Yo, guess what? I voted for him last time too

But you used to hate Trump

How dare you change your opinion

How dare you grow as a person

How dare you say somethin' different than the stuff you used to say

How dare you consider switchin'

I loved you when I agree, now I hate you just for existin'

Hate you for this, that and I hate you for livin'

I'll comment every time you post and I'll say that you're griftin' and hate women

You're a racist and a shameful depiction of white privilege

A supremacist, a rapist, a villain

A fuckin' Nazi, basically he murdered the Jews

He dog whistles, gaslights all the words that I use

I don't quite know what they mean but I heard 'em on the news

What I'm tryna say is Webby, fuck you

Fuck you, bitch, I'm still the same Webby

I'm still in Connecticut

I'm still donatin' every year to save the elephants

Still say thank you for your service to the veterans

And still fuck your mom every Thursday

When I'm in town I bust that bitch down (Down)

Didn't like me then, well, how you like me now? (Yeah)

'Cause bitch, I'm a pro, I don't need a pronoun

So from right now until I'm in the ground, go and

Spread the word

Webby's back up on that bullshit again

If you're a pussy, I suggest you run and hide (Fuckin' pussy)

And go tell your friends

Webby's back up on that bullshit again (You're all a bunch of faggots)

And this time I think I've truly lost my mind (Suck my dick)

And now I'm back on my bullshit

(Webby's back motherfucker)

Baggage lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Ren)

Falling by the wayside with these habits I keep shaking

New jeans with the same old baggie in my pocket

Trying to find the way but ain't no way back where I've gone

New me with the same old baggage in my closet

Yeah, yeah

Can't save me y'all, they say I'm lost

I can't even start to count all of the days I've lost

After nights of losing count of all the drinks I bought

Self-medicating just to get the weight all off

Only starts with a shot then it's four in a row

Next thing you in the bathroom scoring some blow

See it is what it is and it's all that I know

But I'm getting to a fork in the road

I know the way it's been, I take it in

Feel I gotta start learning to pray again

I try to wash away the sins

But they like tattoos on my skin

I've been sitting here scrubbing 'em

Tryna cover 'em but I'm stuck with 'em

Struggling, drunk and stumbling, while I'm juggling

Habits that are both the cause and the cure of my suffering

I know it's becoming a little troubling

Falling by the wayside with these habits I keep shaking

New jeans with the same old baggie in my pocket, yeah

Trying to find the way but ain't no way back where I've gone

New me with the same old baggage in my closet

Yeah, yeah

Bloody red murder, they whisper and murmur

How did Ren get here? Nature or nurture

I nurture my nature, divine misbehavior

Reaching for a bottle, thought the spirit was my Savior

Chopping up my brain cells when I'm reaching for the pot

But pots the only shot I got to stop this ticking clock (Tick, tick)

Counting down the minutes till that something in me pops

And resurrects a disconnect that helps me self-destruct

And when I'm down on my luck

Wasted, brain-dead, vacant, faded

(I get) wasted (to get) brain-dead

(Mind so) vacant, (I'm so) faded

(All the time) wasted, (another line) brain-dead

(Feeling so) vacant, (leaving I'm) faded

Complicated, in-house patient

Wasted, brain-dead, vacant, faded

Tripping with my back against the wall

Caught inside a rising tide, I fall

Taken by the madness of it all

I'm falling

Falling by the wayside with these habits I keep shaking

New jeans with the same old baggie in my pocket, yeah

Trying to find the way but ain't no way back where I've gone

New me with the same old baggage in my closet

Yeah, yeah

Trying to find the way but ain't no way back where I've gone

New me with the same old baggage in my closet

Bombs Away lyrics - Chris Webby

I ain't giving 'em the time of day

They wanna hate? Let 'em find a way, uh, but listen

I don't care what the fuck they say

You like the fuse and it's bombs away

And it's bombs away

Yeah it's bombs away

And it's bombs away away away away

Yeah (Webby)

It's like I'm playing solitaire, I'm the truth, they cannot compare (nah)

Only child with the mic, I don't wanna share

Listen to my briefcase if you really want a scare

Hear that shit tick, "Oh my god, is there a bomb in there?"

Yes, there is and I've been ready to detonate it

Fuck the world raw, I bust in, inseminate it

When I penetrate it, spit on it, choke it and denigrate it

Intelligence higher than artificially generated

Raw data when they play, I'ma show 'em a virtuoso (yeah)

Put 'em in a box like a phone app logo

Bill Gates had a farm, E-I-O

And up on that farm he know that I'm the mother fucking goat though

So dope, making 'em froze like solo

Stuck in Karbonite if you carbon-dated the flow

You would know that I've been around since the woolly mammoths had roamed

And my blood is about as cold as the dragons out in Komodo

Webby loco, shake 'em up within my snow glow

When the snow fall I brawl like El Oso

Ever since middle school khakis and the polo

My neighbor ringing fucking bells, Quasimodo

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, everybody hold up

See him break a sweat from the fucking second I showed up

Cutest CGI, fire in the eyes, close up

Murder on my mind with a serial killer's quota

Baby Yoda to a Jedi with the force

Like Cal Kestis I went from apprentice to being more

My enemies cursed the day that my light saber was forged

In the kyber crystal within it emitted into a sword

That I cut 'em down with, leave a violent impression

They won't even have the chance to try to fire a weapon

Suburban legend, the throne is what I have been destined

I'll kill the king while he's on it to cut the line of succession

So it's time to bring the raw out boy

Keep my plans in a freezer until they thawed out boy

Hit 'em with the Cooper shell, make 'em stall out

'Cause when them bombs brought out, get ready for the fallout boy

There is no mistake in me, brain sharp as a blade can be

Branded a suicide if death occurs when they play with me

Got some renegade of me, slim and I'm moving shadily

A criminal, Duke Nukem and wound 'em fatally so

Bombs away like Hiroshima 'cause I

Can't be contained like Fukushima

My impact is nuclear through your speakers

You gon' wake up with some tumors and some new diseases

I'm radioactive, still I keep your radio active

Exposure level lethal if you play on my tracks here

Lay in a casket if you get to playing 'em back

Too many times, what I'm saying is that, light the fuse and it's

I ain't giving 'em the time of day

They wanna hate? Let 'em find a way, uh, but listen

I don't care what the fuck they say

You like the fuse and it's bombs away

And it's bombs away

Yeah it's bombs away

And it's bombs away away away away

Tick tick boom

2023 shit

Last Wednesday shit, you feel me?

Yeah, bombs away

Light that fucking fuse, I dare you

And it's bombs away away away away

Bow

Condition lyrics - Chris Webby

Yeah

Back in seventh grade they put me on amphetamines

Graduated at coke when I was seventeen

Can't remember a time in life I was ever clean

Suitcase full of more pills than you ever seen

Then I slow it down with a round of the ketamine

Rollin' up a RAW with the Raw Thoughts evergreen

Jack of all trades, when I play I get a queen

And she doin' lines on my dick in the mezzanine

Katniss Everdeen, rep my district

Back in the day, everyday I lived this

Too fucked up, drugged up, young misfit

And I'm not implyin' that I ain't still gettin' lit, shit

Just last night I was deep in a 'cid trip

Opened up my safe and it looked like Christmas

Hundred proof feel like Zeus on Olympus

Kava Root got me real loose and I pivot

Take a lil' bump in the bathroom stall

Next thing me and the homies went through a ball

So I gotta hit my guy with the 1 AM call

And if worst is the worst, I got xanny's in the car

Try to chill back out

Try to keep my mind in check

With the psilocybin, I'm ridin'

Kicks in with a big grin and my eyes spin

Time and time again they know I've been

Lost in the tide, tryna see them waves

No VMA, just good weed, MDMA

And cocaine comin' straight from the CIA

And if they say take the taste, indeed I may

Indeed I am a man with some props

One hand full of drugs, other hand watch

Keep it low-key 'cause I know God watch

Shit, at least he ain't no cop

Webby

I woke up this mornin' to some powder in a line

Crush that molly with some mushroom dust

And fuck it, put it all in my wine

Yeah, I tripped on a tab until I lost my mind

I told my doctor, "Swear to God, I'm fine"

I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in

Lighter will light up a J

Roll it and fire away

No matter the time of the day

When I wanna feel special I line up the K

'Til I'm slurrin' the words that I'm tryin' to say

I'm just high, it's okay

'Cause this is the primary way

That I've learned to live most of my life so I stay

On those pills and that powder

That fungus and flower of only the highest of grade

I inspect my drugs, double check my drugs

Only buy in bulk when I get my drugs

Yeah, I got the kind of plugs that'll test my drugs

What I'm tryna say is I respect my drugs

You don't gotta worry 'bout me

Shit, I'm chemically

Altered, vision blurred but that's just how I see

Yeah, I'm trippin' like a hippie back in '73

The only DMs that I check ends in a T

Last off, where I'm born to go

Weigh it out up on the scales and my horoscope

Last thing that I remember, I was scorin' blow

Then what? Then I woke up lickin' a Sonoran Toad

Yeah, feelin' that itch when I sniff

Back on my nasal

Cactus and yayo, way out in San Pedro

It cost me some pesos but I got that queso

I roll up that zaza, now I'm feelin' bueno

Small pills to the big pills

I got pain pills, I got dick pills

Varieties of any anti-anxiety

Got me as high as the eye could see

Kids, I am not who you ever should try to be

Mom shouldn't a let you listen to my CD

But I do drugs and I rap about 'em too

Sorry, that's why my shits labeled parental advisory

I woke up this mornin' to some powder in a line

Crush that molly with some mushroom dust

And fuck it, put it all in my wine

Yeah, I tripped on a tab until I lost my mind

I told my doctor, "Swear to God, I'm fine"

I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in

Day By Day lyrics - Chris Webby

Said we all gon' die one day, so what?

But while I'm kicking I'ma have my middle fingers up

Yelling "F the world" and when life gets rough

Shrug it off, roll a doobie and puff, I need enough

To turn down the noise of what's around us

Too much information thrown out at once

For one man to know and not to explode

Without getting stoned, so roll up a Dutch

And pack up the bong or bowl and get faded

Twist a J with a strain highly graded

Life is a bitch, been too much to take it

Without getting medicated, elevated

Still I made it, I got the game in reach

While I breathe weed, smoke with the breeze on the beach

Tryna find a little peace, yeah we need some relief

Or at least roll one, light one, then repeat 'cause

This life's been taking its toll

So I just light up this J and I roll

No higher place I could go

I'm just taking it day by day, only way I know

This life's been taking its toll

So I just light up this J and I roll

No higher place I could go

I'm just taking it day by day, only way I know

Life's too short so love the one you got

'Cause you might get run over or you might get shot

Watch how the minute hand on the clock

Keep going round, need a quarter ounce of the crops

To keep the mind calm and cruise down the block

With a glove box stuffed with pot, ducking the cops

Eyes bloodshot, forgot the eye drops

So I keep the shades on my face like Cyclops

I'm high as raindrops before they come down

So I'm in the sky with diamonds right now

And Lucy's here too, no time to touch ground

The world been too loud, the silence I found

Within the smoke cloud is needed sometimes

Everybody needs a breather sometimes

We all need help with easing our mind

So roll up, spark the trees and get high 'cause

This life's been taking its toll

So I just light up this J and I roll

No higher place I could go

I'm just taking it day by day, only way I know

This life's been taking its toll

So I just light up this J and I roll

No higher place I could go

I'm just taking it day by day, only way I know

Feel the walls all closing in

Until they all surround me

And I'm left without the wings I need to fly

When the skies are dark and everything

Is crashing down around me

Then what else could I do other than get high?

This life's been taking its toll

So I just light up this J and I roll

No higher place I could go

I'm just taking it day by day, only way I know

This life's been taking its toll

So I just light up this J and I roll

No higher place I could go

I'm just taking it day by day, only way I know

Daydream lyrics - Chris Webby

I see myself in another light

'Cause I always felt like I was nothing like

Who they wanted me to be

Made my way through hell to find another life

But from what I can tell, I'm doing something right

Now the daylight dawns, my destiny, -y, -y

Had to find a way up out the box I'm in

Had to reach within myself to find the wind

That'll carry me to where I dropped the pin

When I manifest in my direction

Never gonna catch the wave before I learn to swim

Had to keep the flame alight that burns within

Now he is I, no lying, I am him

Hit the drum roll, let it begin

I don't need no one to save me

My whole life I've been the same me

They would try to call me crazy

But who's the crazy one now? Yeah

And really, can you blame me?

With all these devils tryna break free

Still I'm high up in a daydream

And you ain't pulling me down, down

I don't put on no act, this ain't a movie role

Still, I follow a path I never knew before

Tryna keep my feet on solid ground

And you don't know me like that, least I'm assuming so

But even right where I'm at, I still got room to grow

Just to keep from falling down, down, down

Got a bone to pick with who I used to be

But I've grown into the dude that's true to me

If they know, they know, if not, they're soon to see

My determination, hesitation

Never been a thing for me, I'm on the loose, agree or not

I won't stop, I reach through to seize

What I came here for so leave room to breathe

On a spree like you wouldn't believe

I don't need no one to save me

My whole life I've been the same me

They would try to call me crazy

But who's the crazy one now? Yeah

And really, can you blame me?

With all these devils tryna break free

Still I'm high up in a daydream

And you ain't pulling me down, down

Dial Tone lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Millyz)

We're sorry, your call cannot be completed as dialed

[Chris Webby:]

Huh, ain't life funny?

Used to be broke

Now I got plenty

So if you callin' up and it ain't about the money

(We're sorry, your call cannot be completed as dialed)

Huh, ain't life funny?

Used to be broke

Now I got plenty

So if you callin' up and it ain't about the money

(We're sorry, your call cannot be completed as dialed)

I'm just tryna make an honest livin'

Workin' everyday because tomorrow's not a given (Nah)

Listen, took a lot to get in this position

If you wanna know my story, better start at the beginnin'

With that ambition

Got 'em hooked, I'm gone fishin'

The game is money driven so I'm Brinks truck whippin'

See, I never sold out as I've grown the vision

The only thing I've sold out is my shows admission

So listen, get on the ground

My jurisdiction stretches over enemy lines (Bow)

The numbers in my bank account are gettin' better with time

It took a minute for me to get it but never you mind (Yeah)

And now that I got it, it's hard to say that I ain't earned that

Colorful money from other countries in the world stack

Counted at a hunnid' grand from Canada in merch cash

Headed back up in first class

And you know I got a mansion in Fairfield County (What?)

If you know then you know

That's a motherfuckin' flex

Got them acres all around me (What?)

All my neighbors are wealthy

My local nature is healthy

I'm livin' good, I can't even lie (Lie)

The money's movin', at this point don't got to even try (Try)

So if you're hittin' me there better be a reason why or

(We're sorry, your call cannot be completed as dialed)

Bye-bye

Huh, ain't life funny?

Used to be broke

Now I got plenty

So if you callin' up and it ain't about the money

(We're sorry, your call cannot be completed as dialed)

Huh, ain't life funny?

Used to be broke

Now I got plenty

So if you callin' up and it ain't about the money

(We're sorry, your call cannot be completed as dialed)

[Millyz:]

Yeah, blanco

Yeah, they pondered by my pockets (Yeah)

Worried 'bout my wallet

That's why even when I got it, I just be like I ain't got it (I ain't got it)

But these bitches know I do so all the dances been exotic

We romantic in the tropics and the Phantom is robotic (Woo)

I hit the button like it's turbo

We on the beach and it ain't Myrtle (No)

She love to give me brain

Yeah, that's my lil' nerd hoe (Nerd hoe)

It's wonderful when we be sexy

All abundance in my blessin's

I just hustle through recessions

Off the muscles, seen progression

Fuckin' on these lil' thotties, she a home body (She a home body)

And she just ran the money up, could buy her own body (Could buy her own body)

She hit my line, I ain't pick up 'cause I was stoned, prolly ('Cause I was stoned)

Made them people buy your music

That's a cold robbery

My shit designer though

Hit a bad bitch then knock her friends down like dominoes (Woo)

Any rapper went against me got exposed

Know this money pilin'

We on islands like Galapagos (Yeah)

I know that you the people

You can't tell me that you not the foe

So I be like

Huh, ain't that funny? (Yeah)

Independent millionaire, my pain turned into money (Hmm)

Tourin' around the nation, sold out shows across the country (Okay)

Won't kick my feet up, I ain't comfy

Keep my heat up in case they hunt me

Colorado conscious, I'm with Webby out in Denver (Yeah)

Flick your finger, this the mob and everybody around me 'members (Mafia)

Who the fuck is you?

You called my phone, I can't remember (I can't)

So I be like (So I be like)

(We're sorry, your call cannot be completed as dialed)

Haha

[Chris Webby:]

Huh, ain't life funny?

Used to be broke

Now I got plenty

So if you callin' up and it ain't about the money

(We're sorry, your call cannot be completed as dialed)

Huh, ain't life funny?

Used to be broke

Now I got plenty

So if you callin' up and it ain't about the money

(We're sorry, your call cannot be completed as dialed)

(We're sorry, your call cannot be completed as dialed)

Drops By The Hot Box (Freestyle) lyrics - Chris Webby

Yo yo

Ay, it's Chris Webby…

Jamo Neat check it

I'm the definition of half cool half nerd

With a masters and bachelors in bad words

Aw jeez, im cool as a fall breeze

With this weed up in my hand they be callin it palm trees

Often hated, imitated but never duplicated baby that's why I made it

I'm fucking famous listen

I don't got to explain shit

Cuz I been killing mics since Big Tigger was still in the basement

I'm as agile as a ring-tailed lemur

Solo shit to my features I'm murderous through your speakers

I'll fucking hold Dick Chaney's head underwater

While I seduce and have sex with his lesbian daughter

Cuz I'm always rapping my balls off

See my going 80 down Cahuenga

Hitting people in the cross walk

They're all talk, me? I rap great

Competition can't respond they just text me a sad face

Cuz uhh it's my time, give a fuck what you watch say

Roll around a Comicon with bitches dressed for cosplay

So yeah baby show me what that head do, penis in the popcorn

While we out seeing Ted 2

Now I'm L.A living with some L.A bitches and a membership to L.A fitness

So I, shoulder shrug you off no matter what the cost

Independent, I'm my own motherfucking boss

I'm spitting fire, so start evacuating

All systems go warp drive activating

And my cloud pen loaded with that hash I'm blazing

Chilling in the cut like Basset Tracy

GTA in a army truck while it waving big bills

Darkwing Duck

See I'm on that uncle scrooge

I'm on that Donald too

All you here is Aflac from my pockets dude

I got allot to lose but I won't go

Always keep a microphone within a stones throw

And I'm stoned bro but I'm dope as shit

Making bread got a whole day's loaf of it

And you know I'm sick

Yeah yeah, yeah

I'm never stopping chump

Seeing me losing is like seeing El Chapo out in fucking public voting Donald Trump

Speaking of Donald Trump, fuck that dude, fuck Jeb Bush

And his brother and his dad too

Matter a fact, fuck the motherfucking government

And all the companies behind the scenes that's really running shit

Koch Industries really be crooked as Austin Powers Dentistry

But that just the country that we living be

So I light one up and I exhale

As watch the crisscrossing of the chem trails

Were all fucked but for now a just enjoy the little things

Like spitting bars here for DJ ENUFFHH

What!

Getting gritty

Spitting bars

That's what we do

(This is the talk shit part)

Yeah, you know I'm from Connecticut fuck it

Some people be like "oh motherfuckers from Connecticut, they can't rap"

Well they can't rap?

Really? Really?

"Oh, Kids from the suburbs they can't rap"

Really? Really?

Well, I've been practicing for long a time now

And uhh there is affirmative action in hip-hop nowadays

And white guys are aloud to do this shit to you know

Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah

Yeah yeah

Spittin bars then we taping them, rolling up weed then we blazing in them

I play to win, and you know im coming through

White boy always drunk up off my Jameson

Its like that and I'm playing for keeps

Go hit, iTunes, Jamo Neat

My new shit and you know I come through

I spit it tough while I'm up in the booth here with DJ ENUFFHH

What, you know we coming through

Doing it my way used to watch dude cutting it up freestyle Friday

Uh 106 apart spit with heart none ever coming through

And you know I glow in the dark

Cuz I'm so white need a black light, rap tight

Wanna mess with me then you'll get smacked right smacked left

When I come through I do it to death and I got the belt

Webby is the best

I'm the fucking nature boy when I come through

I'm blazing n' making noise

You will get destroyed like a

U571 tell em son cuz you know I come through

Larry the cable guy get her done

And that's just how I go when I be flowing and no one ever messing with me

I stay provoking the illest shit that you've ever seen

Cuz I'm getting cream, I got sharper flow than the claws of Wolverine

I'm coming through and doing it this shit you know I rhyme hot

Can't see me look me in the eyes bitch I'm Cyclops

And that just how I go and when I speak A

And uhh control your mind fucking Jean Grey

And speak for days when I come through

With the weed that I blaze

No one ever speaking with me

I went to GFA, that's green farms academy

And I went to private school so im smart as fuck come and battle me

And you will see that that will be a travesty, catastrophe

No one ever mess and will be slapping the head off of your shoulders adequately

You know I'm coming through

You know I'm fucking hotter than the summer dude

And ill fuck your boo in the back of my Chevvy

No one could ever test me

Forgot the name then its Christian to the comma to the Webby

I'll be nice when I'm rocking it

No one ever testing my engine revving

We here at Hot 97 and you know that I be getting

And you know I'm on with them, drinking my Whisky like Ray Donavon

Up on show time I flow rhymes nobody's better

It Webster Killin the beat call me Dexter

That's just how I go when I flow I'm the man bro

Boss in the game like I'm Anthony Soprano

And just how I'm going and flowing and showing you

What I came here to do drop bars part 2

And you know I'm going in

And I'm flowing of the top

I spit this shit like a George Foreman stay hot

On the griddle, I so hot that this shit sizzles

And I do this shit way more than a little

And you know I'm coming through

And you know I got bars

And no one ever messing cuz you know I spit hard

Since I was on the fucking recess yard

I spit this shit and no one in the game ever gonna fuck with Chris

I'm on this, I'm on Whisky, no one can get me

Dawg I spit it swiftly, no one ever get me

You cannot test its Chris Webby dawg Connecticut is on my chest

And that's what I rep

You know that I just speak rhymes

Shout to the clothing line D9 that gave me my shit

And now I'm blazing my spliff

And after that I will fukin, stick my dick your chick

Fuck it!

Fill A Book lyrics - Chris Webby

I'm not the author of destiny

I'm just followin' it

Made it far on this road but you know I got some tickets

I've learned things

I've forgotten others that contradict it

And what I still don't know

Could fill a novel with it

But I'm keepin' my antenna in tune

A millennial whom always knew to never assume

Known to question every lesson when I step in the room

The truth will come to light, as sure as the perennials bloom

Tryna make it through the temple of doom we call life

So far, so off right

I'm tryna make it to a higher plane

Hop in the plane and take flight

To new heights, I've followed the path that the truth lights, at least

To the best of my abilities

Seekin' out some synergy

While they be tellin' us that we livin' free

But is it free or is it me? I disagree

Nothin' comes without a hidden fee

Listen

We all here spinnin' on the globe

Searchin' for some kind of meanin'

Even note that, uh

As far as the literature go

You could fill a book with the things that I don't know

Don't know, don't know, don't know

Fill a book with the things that I don't know

Don't know, don't know, don't know

Fill a book with the things that I don't know

By the standard definition I am educated

Along with faded, elevated, highly medicated

And with all the noise I just need my sensory's deprivated

From all the chaos that they been hittin' us every day with

The shepard's feedin' sheep lies 'til the herd'll trust it

Stuck with all these public servants who don't serve the public

Tryna live above it even if I gotta interrupt it

'Cause I'm here to stir the pot until I kick the bucket

You need people like me

History's known to show it

But nowadays it's hard for people to be holdin' focus

Spit apocalypse and y'all too busy on your phone to notice

Hunchin' over scrollin', now they sufferin' from scrolliosis

The world is so ferocious

Still, it's spinnin' though

And life is bound to pass you by, that's why I'm whippin' slow

And in the end they won't remember what we did, and no

No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no

We all here spinnin' on the globe

Searchin' for some kind of meanin'

Even note that, uh

As far as the literature go

You could fill a book with the things that I don't know

Don't know, don't know, don't know

Fill a book with the things that I don't know

Don't know, don't know, don't know

Fill a book with the things that I don't know

Fine Wine lyrics - Chris Webby

I wrote this shit for Flex to drop a bomb on it

It's over when I'm on it

Static bring it back with a scratch, and throw fire on it

I got five on it

Unless it's that chronic, I got a dime on it

Everything the light touches is sayin mine on it

Slide on it like a water park, ride on it

Acid in my headband, kiss the sky on it

Treating beats like John Belushi

Countertops with all these lines on it

Aim for the top and I keep my eyes on it

I'm an animal on everything like echo shirts

Try to follow my every rhyme, and your head'll hurt

The way I write, I consider it academic work

An extra terrestrial being that was sent to earth

Just a kick in the doors

Deliver you more rhymes than you could ever write

Plus they're slicker than yours

Don't wanna co-sign me? cool

Someone give me the torch and imma sit up on my throne like the king of the north

Rockin Tim's with the tongue out

Smoke till I bug out

Night crawlin on em, never see me when the sun out

Rookie of the year, lighting bogies in the dugout

So try to find your balance, I'm about to pull the rug out, yeah

So you better get the fuck out here

Words hazey in my mind but they come out clear

All these metaphors I got, I'll never run out

I'm bout to pitch a shut out

I'll come at anyone out here

So bitch you better keep your head low

Do it side I said so, retro

Reppin for New England like I'm Bledsoe

Can't afford a Benz, so I'm riding on the metro

Arm out the window, flipping birdies like a pet-co

Yo

See Web the one your lady look for

Jesse Pinkman of the game but I cook more

Yank a cop up out his drivers seat full force

(I need back up here, get the fuck off me!)

Call it pulled pork

Was just a myspace rapper, till I broke through

Made a little money, and I blew it with my whole crew

Used to pop molly every week, I was so loose

Brain full of holes, just like Sunny at the toll booth

Left that bullshit in the past, and went Goku

Super Sayan till I got a mansion with a dope view

Shit this beat is cold, juice

Got that fresh produce

Turn the studio into a wholefoods

So shit you better get a medical check

I'm so sick, when I spit

Every syllable I said will infect your whole body

Immune system sensing a threat

It's imminent, yes

My excellence ahead of the rest

Untouchable, like Elliot Nest

See Webby fines

I'm benching, negative press

While I'm flexing my chest

A super human mutant, go give my genetics a test

My life's a never ending segment of that Edelman catch

I'm Tesla with some Edison meshed together, and bet

There ain't no mother fuckin way that I'll be second to best

Cause imma settle every settlement, won't settle for less

The top soil and the sediments, the scent of my breath

Been underground

But imma dig the fuck up now

Bout to show em what the fucks up now, yeah

I've been underground

But imma dig the fuck up now

Bout to show em what the fucks up

Fine Wine baby

Time keeps on ticking

We can't worry bout those minutes leaving

I'm grown up and I'm living decent

But I'm gonna touch the sky

Time goes by

Keeps on ticking away

But I'm only getting better, said I'm getting better with age

Fine wine baby

Fire In My Blood lyrics - Chris Webby

Fire in my blood as I've been walking on them coals

They try to hold my tongue but I just will not be controlled

So here I am as an honest man

Just me, myself and I won't leave

They could slap my hand but still I stand

For the promised land so watch me bleed

Yeah, staying true until it's over like a chosen one

Never sold my fucking soul, I'll never hold my tongue

You see the pen is mightier than the sword and that's why I'm holding one

But none are mightier than the bullets so keep a loaded gun

Only to protect myself

Gotta have that weapon shelf

'Cause speaking your mind can be dangerous but I can't help myself

The demons running this planet have got the devils help

So fuck if I ain't making sure that I got smith & wesson's help

I'm not by nature a violent man or a killer

Just a little off-kilter, my mind is without a filter

Who knew as I got bigger I'd rise to become a pillar of that real shit?

In a game where the highest bidder holds the puppet strings hanging off these fraudulent rappers

Those pretend to give a fuck, all for the marketing, rappers

Claiming dope but got a ghostwriting all of it, rappers

It's a shame we even calling 'em rappers (fuck 'em)

Fire in my blood as I've been walking on them coals

They try to hold my tongue but I just will not be controlled

So here I am as an honest man

Just me, myself and I won't leave

They could slap my hand but still I stand

For the promised land so watch me bleed

(I got fire in my blood)

The only way you'll take my freedom of speech is with a bullet

But if that shit don't leave me deceased

I'll take a momentary second just to heal in peace

And come back even harder with that much more reason to speak

Do I need to repeat? you gotta kill me to silence me

Fire in my blood, you'll take a risk if you trying me

And more important than if I win or I fucking lose

Is that I'm spilling your blood too

You see the fact of it is I just got something that ain't right in my brain

At my expense I've gone against every side of the grain

Blackballed from the game, this pariah became

A fucking pressure-cooked diamond through the fire and flames

I'm living in the eye of the storm, it's all I know

It feels like home, the echoes in the hallway grow

To a crescendo, take it from my all-time low

So light the fuse and it's off I go (yeah)

Fire in my blood as I've been walking on them coals

They try to hold my tongue but I just will not be controlled

So here I am as an honest man

Just me, myself and I won't leave

They could slap my hand but still I stand

For the promised land so watch me bleed

I got fire in my blood

I got fire in my blood so watch me bleed

I got fire in my blood

I got fire in my blood so watch me bleed

(I got fire in my blood)

(I got fire in my blood so watch me bleed)

FSU lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Ekoh)

We gon' set the roof on fire just to watch the flames

Kick the fuckin' door down through the wall and frame

Yellin', "Fuck rules" and we off the chain

But so what? (So what?)

We gon' fuck shit up

Reportin' live from the fuck-up hall of fame

Hard to believe through it all, how far we came

Yellin', "Fuck rules" and we off the chain

But so what? (So what?)

We gon' fuck shit up

Yo, my rhyme pad looking' like an Anarchist Cookbook

Troubled youth, pushin' every button I could push

Never been concerned about the money and good looks

Now everybody bumpin' from the 'burbs to the hood hooked

To rock steady, rap deadly, this shows a hot sweaty

From the booth to the moshpit, it's all deadly

You got a dream that you wanted, I did it already

Misfit they didn't get but now they can't catch me

This for the ones who took the lonliest road

Refusin' to fold, that changed to fit themselves in their mold

But always was told not everything that glitters is gold

But that's because they hold the gold

Now we take for our own

And so we infiltrate the system

Destroy it and then rebuild

And tell the ones up at the top this the camp they could never kill themselves

From the gutter, we've been bonded in blood

And y'all can keep all the love (We gon' fuck shit up)

We gon' set the roof on fire just to watch the flames

Kick the fuckin' door down through the wall and frame

Yellin', "Fuck rules" and we off the chain

But so what? (So what?)

We gon' fuck shit up

Reportin' live from the fuck-up hall of fame

Hard to believe through it all, how far we came

Yellin', "Fuck rules" and we off the chain

But so what? (So what?)

We gon' fuck shit up

I'm a one man wolf pack, lived as an outcast

Never understood, I could feel the doubt cast

By the whole class as a kid but I found that

Life is all about the bounce back, ain't a house cat

I'm a feral animal set to snap like a mouse trap

Livin' through a movie while writin' the fuckin' soundtrack

Blew up in my city and every city around that

And brought the motherfuckin' ruckus anywhere the crowns at

See, this one is for the kids in detention

Who they're tellin' not to fidget while they sit through a lesson

Who gettin' hasseled and bullied until they live with depression

These fits of aggression I'm bottlin' and built with the tension

I'll never leave an impression

That's what his teachers would tell him

And gave him medicine but really he just needed direction

And so we channeled it and learned to make his weakness a weapon

And that's the kid who's lookin' at me when I see my reflection

So go sick, Go nuts

We don't give no fucks

We gon' burn this motherfucker to the ground, so what?

Tear it down, tear it up

Make it loud, no guts

No motherfuckin' glory when that road gets rough

We gon' roll through, Ride out

No rules, wild out

Not the one to mess with, fuck around and find out

Run it up, run the route

Run amuck, run 'em out

Run 'em over fuckin' over while they runnin' at the mouth

I came, I saw, through the flame, through the fog

Through the hurricanes and the flood rains I fought

No love, no law, unplugged, all raw

And the ice in my veins is too cold to thaw

Outlast, out live, out match, out did

Anybody in my way 'cause fuck 'em we go big

This one's for the kids, the rogues and misfits

And we came here to fuck up shit

We gon' set the roof on fire just to watch the flames

Kick the fuckin' door down through the wall and frame

Yellin', "Fuck rules" and we off the chain

But so what? (So what?)

We gon' fuck shit up

Reportin' live from the fuck-up hall of fame

Hard to believe through it all, how far we came

Yellin', "Fuck rules" and we off the chain

But so what? (So what?)

We gon' fuck shit up

Ganja Man lyrics - Ganja Man (feat. Smoke DZA, B-Real & Alandon)

[Chris Webby:]

Yeah

Hit that Ganja Man, man, man, man when I'm running low

We ain't buying grams, man, need a couple O

Z's, please, weed, trees, dope

Shit, call it what you want, just put that blunt in roll

Tation, I'm blazing an eighth when I'm wake and I'm so

Faded from tasting these flavors through vapor and smoke

Hit the Ganja Man, straight to his place and I go

Raw cones, shit I ain't got the patience to roll

I'm takin' it slow 'cause my brain is incapable of

Critical thinking, chronic pumps through the veins and my blood

Smoking it all, never wasted a bud

Then I'm GPSing straight to the plug

[Alandon:]

Man could keep the fire blazing 'til I'm done

Pass around in rotation, one by one

But when it run low, no worries, I know

Just who to call when we need to get more

'Cause Ganja Man is in town (Ganja Man, Ganja Man)

Ganja Man is in town (Ganja Man, Ganja Man)

[Smoke DZA:]

Foot on throats

Never let up, stay clever, ain't 'bout chit chatter

They ain't got gas, learnt the hustle from Helen Keller

We different fellas

I could never be ya'll, never, nah, different cloth

Different pedigree, different repertoire

I'm all up in the sound, get involved

Cookie packs like Pepperidge Farm

I gave 'em one a time in Lebanon

GMO, dosey dose, package every one, one

Hold up, look

Iceberg, big baby ride clean

Hundred dollar body wash, it's all 'bout hygiene

Eyes blush, eye red, I don't need Visine

Passed it back, we're packin', watch how I steam

Really

[Alandon:]

Man could keep the fire blazing 'til I'm done

Pass around in rotation, one by one

But when it run low, no worries, I know

Just who to call when we need to get more

'Cause Ganja Man is in town (Ganja Man, Ganja Man)

Ganja Man is in town (Ganja Man, Ganja Man)

[B-Real:]

Have another one if you need one

If you run out, come see Doctor Green Thumb

Don't hesitate, don't wait on the payday

Come too late, might be on vacay

On a jet, mile high in the cloud bank

Got a set later on at the South Bank

Got a twelve pack ready, call it pre-rolled

Backstage blown out, tranquilo

Look at me though, got tons, no kilos

No blunts, no freeloads

No boof, no egos

Set the roof on fire, amigo

One love, get it legal

One foot for the people

One flood, no equal

Got love for the eagle

Make room for the sequel

Insane with the B-Low

Got it lit, dab hit on the transcript

I'm so keyed up like a habit

Make it all mine, never had shit

Take it all in, better grab it

Never let it go when you have it

Set it all off like I planned it

I know some can't understand it

Get the bag, man, run off like a bandit

[Alandon:]

Man could keep the fire blazing 'til I'm done

Pass around in rotation, one by one

But when it run low, no worries, I know

Just who to call when we need to get more

'Cause Ganja Man is in town (Ganja Man, Ganja Man)

Ganja Man is in town (Ganja Man, Ganja Man)

One more time!

'Cause Ganja Man is in town (Ganja Man, Ganja Man)

Ganja Man is in town (Ganja Man, Ganja Man)

GOTTI lyrics - Chris Webby

Nobodies gotta look over their shoulder here

Just tell your [?] to stay calm

Don't you ever fuckin' believe that anyone

Anyone, anywhere is gonna fuck with us

Yeah, I shot for the top like Gotti

Uh, Armand Assante

If it's some beef I be at Satriale's

Gabagool with the prosciutt' and salami (Woo)

They'll sleep with the fishes like Bratzi

Down with the baccala, I don't mean Bobby

Dressed to the nines in my custom Armani

Gotta look good 'cause I know the Fed's watch me

Luppertazi senior

They could tell I'm boss by the way of my demeanor

Follow my procedure and take 'em to the cleaners

Or take it to the mattresses, they heavy sleepers (Bow, bow, bow)

Step in the room like Caesar

Ice cold Frank Carbone in the freezer

Take my side bitch out on the yacht

This stu' gots to get a lil' top and some leisure (Smash)

I'm writin' that Mario Puzo

Chef in the kitchen, the Artie, the Bucco

Fillin' my plate with the crew at Versuvio

Piece in the pishadoo for any cuneo

[?] Barzini, who creep up but greedy

Intentions to come for the cheese on my ziti (Yeah)

That's why I be movin' discreetly

So move or salute when you see me (Y-y-yeah)

Shot for the top like Gotti

Mob out with a mob like Rocky

Uh, duckin' the Federales

Name ringin' bells like a hotel lobby

Shot for the top like Gotti

Yeah, I shot for the top like Gotti

Drop top and duckin' the Federales

Said I couldn't do it, just watch me (Y-y-yeah)

Follow the way of Carlito (Carlito)

With hits, I'm as great as Bambino (Bambino)

Got it easy, pass up in the whip

So they can't do me like Santino, listen

Evadin' the RICO in Vegas and Reno casino's

The payout is primo

We raisin' the Pinot to all of the Vito's

The Paulie Sorvino's and Carlo Gambino's

Sayin' we a bunch of crooks

And I know how the money looks

I'm a rapid spender in my hacienda

With my pockets on fat Clemenza

But I got a Tom Hagen to run the books

'Cause uh, IRS is always snoopin', tryna sniff around (Yeah)

Gumar's in the car when I hit the town (Skrrt)

Cover dinner, hit the telly and I dick 'em down

Heavy is the head but some benefits come with the crown (Ah)

Shot for the top like Gotti (Gotti)

In to get it had to drop a couple bodies (Bow)

If Castellano could get it, then anybody can get it

So if you wanna roll the dice, bitch, Yahtzee (Ooo)

Fought for the spot like Johnny

Sack, never slack, won't stop me (Yeah)

So when I'm pullin' up with the posse

It gon' be a goddamn mob scene (Yeah)

Shot for the top like Gotti

Mob out with a mob like Rocky

Uh, duckin' the Federales

Name ringin' bells like a hotel lobby

Shot for the top like Gotti

Yeah, I shot for the top like Gotti

Drop top and duckin' the Federales

Said I couldn't do it, just watch me

Ayo Frankie, forget about it

Grey Poupon lyrics - Chris Webby

[Millyz:]

Yeah

They told me not to burn my bridges 'cause that shit could drown me

But I'd rather be alone than have some suckers 'round me

I got homies in the bay, locked in suffer county

Send 'em bread, these bitches couldn't get a buck up out me

She think I'm stingy for the bill, she's Lewinsky, I had white in the house

Green plug out in alarm and selling pints in a drought

Tryin' to get a cheaper rate, have me writing the south

Fighting demons, popping pills 'til the Vicodins out, oof

'Bout a girl that'll make you touch your toes

You ain't got enough paper if the money folds

Runny nose, bummy clothes, I had a bunch of those

Now I'm on the road, drippy, I just did a dozen shows

Meet me out in Paris, established for being savage

Penthouse lavish, I been balling like a Maverick

Maybe Luka Dončić, drugs got me demonic

Selling dope outside of Sonic means the Henny was hypnotic

On your whip with a suit on like, "Pass the grey poupon"

With a tool drawn, fire at the driver, flip the Yukon

Potato on the adle, turn his hat into a halo

To the teen that's shakin' ass like Shakira and Jlo

Gotta keep my hands dirty when they sanitize

Squatting me, you can't divide, my hand'll fly

I really did the shit that rappers fantasize

Gun as big as [?], get your body vandalized

Smokin' [?] in the desert, thinking, "Damn, I'm high"

[Chris Webby:]

Sittin' at the top and living leisurely

At the air BNB, smokin' on this greenery

Takin' psychedelics while I'm soaking in the scenery

I'm a hustler but did it legally

Never been a drug dealer really, but I did a lot

I was just supporting local business when I hit the block

Just a kid eating ecstasy like it was Dippin' Dots

Young, dumb and hard-headed as a fuckin' cinder block

Really I, never fully matured, but I figured it out

Never dug a hole so deep I couldn't get myself out

Learned to grow by the growth of my business account

Keepin' low, binge watching Netflix on the couch

With some Disney Plus with a bad bitch, while I grip her butt

Nowadays, that's how I live it up

While those streaming numbers keep on dippin' up, bringing all this money in

Make me want to start to vote Republican

Not actually, but you understand the analogy

All my taxes be more then I ever made on fuckin' salary

I had to be hungry and independent, winnin' battles with no cavalry

And get to where I'm at on technicality

Now I'm with a baddie, burnin' calories

Anytime she naggin' me, I take a break from rappin' to explore her sexuality

Up at bat, knock it out the galaxy

'Til I'm living ever after, happily

Webby

[Merkules:]

The weed potent, leaf blowers on these street corners

Please lay the beats on us, phones out, we record 'em

Man, this music going stupid, shit is retarded

Lots of ya'll tried but died 'cause you was weak-hearted

You won't see me tuck my chain in, I'm no [?]

We pullin' up, jumpin' on you squares like Hopscotch

Fourteen, buggin' with a pocket full of pop rocks

To keep it frank with you, I ain't talking 'bout no hot sauce

Grew up around killers and I don't feel any remorse

Like, how you tryin' to ball but you ain't even on the court?

I gotta move a little different now they see me on the charts

Everything I worked hard for, they seem to think it's "ours"

They must be trippin' out, I never got the memo

Like, how you did two, he got ten, but you got sent home?

I don't mean I'm talking 'bout my problems when I let go

Just make sure that my city's in caps across my headstone

It's Merkules

Hold My Ground lyrics - Chris Webby

Planted my feet back in '88 and I've never budged

Dodging demons and all the tricks that the Devil does

Rolled adversity in the paper to catch a buzz

Overcame the snakes that caught us in a blood

Cause see I've dealt with the constrictors that will try to squeeze you dry

And the venomous types that' spitting poison with their lies

Yeah, them cold-blooded villians, reptilian instincts

Putting holes in your boat and then dip when the ship sinks

But see, the seas were getting choppy

I felt that cold water

Thought for a moment I was down in Davy Jones' locker

Felt the Grim Reaper tugging on my coat collar

But I pushed through, learning how these crooks move

'Cause life's a chess game

And now I'm thinking so many moves ahead of my advisories they're in check the same

The moment that they sit at the table and try to play

Seen 'em coming 20 miles away

And so I say

Got Snakes and the cheats, deceitful intents

They smile as they speak and sneak in your trench

The vultures have come and I watch as they circle 'round

That's why I gotta hold my ground

Yeah, hold my ground

I gotta hold my ground

Yeah, my feet planted firmly, ya heard me?

I hold my ground

I been at this shit for years, lost hope

The times' been survived, it's pretty clear I won't

Let a snake around my circle in

That'll never work again

See the vultures circling like Cher-con's close

I should get a tattoo of a stab wound on my back

To pay homage to the cats who

Snuck up with the blade like Brutus, ruthless tactics

Seeing through all their moves, keep moving past it

Don't talk shit with the rats

Don't break bread with the birds

Keep these weasels in traps

Leave 'em left on the curb

See these snakes in the grass

Hit that pedal and swerve

All I'm speaking is facts

Fuck whatever you heard

Yeah, 'cause I don't give a fuck about your feelings

Some of my wounds still aren't done healing

But nothing brought me down

I keep pushing, bringing deals in

Now I'm stacking to the ceiling

Now I ain't fucking with the Snakes and the cheats, deceitful intents

They smile as they speak and sneak in your trench

The vultures have come and I watch as they circle 'round

That's why I gotta hold my ground

Yeah, hold my ground

I gotta hold my ground

Yeah, my feet planted firmly, ya heard me?

I hold my ground

How I Do lyrics - Chris Webby

Yeah I'm floating like a butterfly

Stinging like a killer bee

Kill or be victim of a killer on a killing spree

Twister of the sticky tree

'Til he get so lifted he's literally

Defying the theory of relativity

Been up in the lab so pass the auxilary

Master and commander, I'll blast the artillary

Magic wand, wizardry

With a simple flick of the

Wrist, so slick

Make 'em drop it like it's slippery

Trippy off that psilocybin, chillin', vibin'

Wavy like I'm with Poseidon when the tide's in

They know when the kid's arrivin' it's dinner time

And I'm hungry so those chicken thighs and

Sweet potato fries on you plate are freaking mine when

I be coming through

That's just how I do

You should know this shit ain't nothing new

Christian W getting multiple W's

Sitting on the top and I love the view

So I'm saying

I got nothing to prove

At the top and I'm loving the view

Comfortable

Baby that's just how I do

Chase cheddar and that feta and bleu

Rappin' better than you

Baby that's just how I do

Lowkey no one's doper than he

Roll trees, blowing smoke in the breeze

But that's just me

One, two, I'm just setting the mood

Clever and smooth

Coming through

Baby that's just how I do

Never gave a fuck how they were viewing me, truthfully

I just get my groove with unusual ingenuity

Made it through attempted mutinies and heavy scrutiny

Put the points on the board, baby, charcuterie

Webby going sick a lot

Get a penicillin shot

Corona Virus that's mixed with a little Chicken Pox

And they can't keep up with the massive amount of shit I drop

I'ma need a bigger litter box

And they listen 'cause the shit is hot

I went from stuck in the basement

To the top floor suite, and it's fucking amazing

And I love it, so fuck a vacation

Shit, all I do is rap, like I specialize in mummification

I Brendan Fraser, the scholarship, every statement

Is laden with information they paved for my dissertation

A creation of heavy recreational medication

With a Chemically Imbalanced reputation

I'm saying

I got nothing to prove

At the top and I'm loving the view

Comfortable

Baby that's just how I do

Chase cheddar and that feta and bleu

Rappin' better than you

Baby that's just how I do

Lowkey no one's doper than he

Roll trees, blowing smoke in the breeze

But that's just me

One, two, I'm just setting the mood

Clever and smooth

Coming through

Baby that's just how I do

Baby that's just how I do

Baby that's just how I do

Baby that's just how I do

Baby that's just how I do

Baby that's just how I do

Baby that's just how I do

Hump Day lyrics - Chris Webby

Yeah

You know, some of the motherfuckers out here acting like I don't still got bars

Like this isn't exactly what the fuck I do!

Heh...stupid motherfuckers, yeah

My DNA litty, frame skinny and brain witty

With weed in my jeans, my mom's a straight hippy

Keep a tight circle of those that bring with me

Rocking Timberland boots and we bang Biggie

You dig me? Pulling up while puffing the sticky

With a bird, like I got some Snuffleupagus in me

Getting faded every single time I come to your city

I'll be up at the local bar like Always Sunny in Philly

Keep it a hundred and fifty

No little dicky, bitch I'm medium sized

Doing whatever is needed for my piece of the pie

Jacked up on so many damn amphetamines that I believe I can fly

Brain and Pinky with the scheme I devised

Diso-bidient mind, making G's on the grind

Webby make your head nod, put your seat in recline

With that throwback steeze

Like somebody learned to freeze it in time

Prince of Persia with the meanest of rhymes

(An emcee in his prime, you feel me?)

What you see though? The great Bambino

Knock it out the park with unadulterated primo

Marlo Stanfield got that work for the fiends

And I'm rackin' up streams, makin' Spotify see notes

My fam is so Italian my uncle was Vito, Cordioni

Shit you could ask my cousin Pacino, a (?) casino

We toast a cup of the vino

Cuz see us skinnies go back like Barney Rubble and Dino

(yeah I mean yo, yo)

You don't really wanna see these lyrics in action

They only talk about me quiet cuz they fear my reaction

And on the mic, actual fire appears when I'm rappin'

It's no coincidence I was born in the year of the dragon

1988 see, I'm a veteran millennial

With ADHD, and the heaviest of medical

Respect me as the general or I'm crackin' your skeletal

Then smash your ventricles with the force of the Kraken's tentacles

(I hope you're flexible)

Been doubted by every board and panel

And (?) executive taste-maker and blog writer who saw my channel

So now I put 'em on blast, I'm on that Stormy Daniels roamin' candle

I'm that firecracker flyin' off the handle

Tony Soprano, boss of the bosses

Climbin' up that ladder 'til I got the corner office

Stackin' orders, fatten wallets

Take my piece and then I give a chunk to some environmental causes

(And save the dolphins)

They think I'm illustrated rockin' a tank top

Tats lookin' like I'm gettin' sponsored by Gamestop

Super Mario, I keep that fireball flame hot

Sewer drain hop from Peach Castle to Bangkok

(Let the bass knock)

It's too grimy to fight it

Got 'em sweatin' from the second that my fire's ignited

And I'll still be showin' up even if I ain't invited

Shit you gon' have to drag me out like I was flyin' United

(Get the fuck off me!)

'Cause I'm that legend of the hidden temple

I spit it mental on an instrumental

Do it for the culture, fuck if imma win a medal

That or get a grammy, imma never find that shit essential

I'm just here to watch these rappers sweatin' when I grip a pencil

I'm influential as I'm servin' rap caviar, you know

Havin' bars, spittin' flows, fuckin' rappin' hard

And Lil Xan looks like a lesbian muppet

But since I'm cuttin' back on drugs imma only give him half a bar

(2Pac is not boring!)

XXL just keeps makin' lists

Whether freshmen or otherwise, I ain't been on shit

I been waitin' for a lot of years to say this, so here we go, uh

Double XL, suck my dick

God damn that felt good, I just had to mention it

I know that written print is in decline, they ain't sellin' shit

And now they're barely graspin' onto any shred of relevance

But, their fall from grace is somethin' I would love to help 'em with

(This shit is effortless)

I never let 'em take my passion from me

Even here and now when finally I'm stackin' money

'Cause it's still the same Webby, I ain't actin' funny

I'm still out here writin' chapters in how to rap for dummies

'Cause I'm back to talk shit about the whole damn globe, bitch

Put 'em in the cone and choke grip

If you can't see that I'm the truth then imma change y'all focus

It's Wednesday, so put the whole game on notice, bitch

Yeah, I'm back

If I don't get 'em this week, or the week after that

Or the week after that one, I promise you

One of these motherfuckin' Wednesdays, they gon' learn

They gon' learn!

I Can Feel It lyrics - Chris Webby

Yeah

You know they say it takes 10 years to become an overnight success

And guess what? We just passed 10 years

Let's get it

I got fans who say that I'm the only rapper that they listen to

Cause all you other rappers suck so bad that they be skipping you

Not saying I agree but it's a fact that I been' ripping through

95 per cent of cats on every track I deliver you

I'm a fucking independent business mogul

Shit it'll take a decade to do what I did in total

Living mobile, touring all over the fucking map

You see now I call the wave and I'm never giving it back

That's a fact, I give everything I have to the game

I invested in myself for just a dollar to my name

I got nothin', I been down but still the energy the same

You should know I'm outta money that I get will make me change

Got the flame up in my spirit that'll be never going out

Did the shit all for respect it was never about the clout

It was never about the fame, honestly you all can keep that

While I'm getting money with my motherfucking seat back

Bring the beat back

I can feel it

Yeah, it's been a long road with alot of long nights

Been' working my whole life

I can feel it

Listen if you got a dream, [?] that shit your whole life

And you're goddamn right, I'ma kill it

If you wanna see a show then you can get it on sight

Alright, alright, I can feel it

Yeah, said I can mo'fuckin' feel it

Yeah, I did this all without a co-sign, Self made baby

If those who came before me don't wanna fuckin' embrace me

They best get up out my way or grab a mic and fuckin' face me

I'm hungrier as they used to be plus I'm younger and crazy

I respect the OG's but if need be, I'll go with those who came before me

Take their crowns and proceed

This ain't nothing but a Game of Thrones

And I've been building my army for a decade and now we 'bout to take it home

Build Rome in a day, I don't care about what nobody say

'Till my fucking tombstones getting made

It'll say I'ma savage, wanted it and I grabbed it

Took it to the self check out and double bagged it

(I'ma) Suburban legend, I'm merk the sessions with murder weapons

Flipping people off while I'm swervin' in the perverse direction

I turned aggression to lyrics up on the page

Channeled all of my rage, now fuck it I'm getting paid

Now they say

I can feel it

Yeah, it's been a long road with alot of long nights

Been' working my whole life

I can feel it

Listen if you got a dream, [?] that shit your whole life

And you're goddamn right, I'ma kill it

If you wanna see a show then you can get it on sight

Alright, alright, I can feel it

Yeah, said I can mo'fuckin' feel it

If The Noose Fits lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Chris Webby)

Sheesh

It's a celebration, bitches

Ekoh and Chris Webby

Real rap shit

Let's go

I spit it grimier than most do it

Rap's truest, I know the flow fluent

And no student at school, I was the most truant

Ekoh will ruin the way you listen to rap now

A boom bap kid that will murder your modern trap sound

I got 'em wrapped now, Ricky Bobby on the beat

A Shake 'n Bake, it's a mistake if you're fucking with me

Bringing the heat, I'm not allowed in California now

The last time that I entered, I burned an entire city down

They still ignore the skill I'm bringing to the table

Disable pre-existing thoughts from the grave to the cradle

Nobody left to save you, I am the hero now

No super powers, I just devour these beats for now

Yeah, coming with the real and we don't back down

I see you talking in the street, but where you at now?

I'm not about calling you out but if the noose fits

Protect your neck 'cause I'm back on my bullshit

Yeah, coming with the real and we don't back down

I'm with my goons, playing shows in the packed house

I'm not about calling you out but if the noose fits

Protect your neck 'cause I'm back on my bullshit

Yeah, fuck anybody who said I would never be anything, uh

Lookin' around 'em, it's funny that none of ya'll ever did anything, huh

You do it for money but all of this loving has really been taking me up

I'm broke as fuck but I'm feeling like I'm a million bucks

Yeah, it's deadly when Ekoh and Webby shut 'em down

These rappers nowadays some Disney manufactured sounds

And I won't quit, I'm going big, yeah, I'm notorious

And killin' every bill I'm on, this bastard isn't glorious

Ignoring us, but that's alright, I see the truth lucid

You really think you need the clout to show your worth? Stupid

You got the skills to hang with giants in the booth? Prove it

He wanted raw, now they got me back up on my bullshit

Yeah, coming with the real and we don't back down

I see you talking in the street, but where you at now?

I'm not about calling you out but if the noose fits

Protect your neck 'cause I'm back on my bullshit

Yeah, coming with the real and we don't back down

I'm with my goons, playing shows in the packed house

I'm not about calling you out but if the noose fits

Protect your neck 'cause I'm back on my bullshit

Yeah

I've been the illest motherfucker since my momma had contractions

Sharp as Hattori Hanzo, I'ma cut 'em into fractions

Chiropractor in action the way I be snappin'

I'm spittin' 'til I'm fuckin' blue in the face, Dr Manhattan

When they hit me for collabing, we gon' send 'em to the grave

And they gon' hear the Ekoh like they yelling in a cave

And they gon' feel the Web like they diggin' through the attic

And come across an arachnid and get bit, now they symptomatic

With cold sweats and the shakes, nervous system shutting down

That's the type of venom I'm coming with if you fuck around

Eddie Brock with a mix of Betty Crocker the way I'm cookin'

So you shouldn't, or you'll end up just a fossil in my footprint

I'm a bullet with a name on it, loaded with the aim on it

Point it at the wall behind you just to leave your brains on it

Artist with a fucking canvas full of blood stains on it

Grab the mic and spit some game on it

Webby

Yeah, coming with the real and we don't back down

I see you talking in the street, but where you at now?

I'm not about calling you out but if the noose fits

Protect your neck 'cause I'm back on my bullshit

Yeah, coming with the real and we don't back down

I'm with my goons, playing shows in the packed house

I'm not about calling you out but if the noose fits

Protect your neck 'cause I'm back on my bullshit

In The Summer lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Merkules)

[Intro:]

Yeah, feelin' fucking good right now man

God damn

[Chris Webby:]

Ay, I'ma crack a cold one, me no catch flack from no one ,I just kick back and roll one

Hit the piff til' my dome spun, with a chick with her toes done

On the beach with reclined seats til I soak up the whole sun

With Sublime up in my speakers, vibin' to Santeria with a sexy mamasita

Livin la fuckin' vida, shit I'm feelin' fucking lovely

Not a single cloud above me, not a single fuck to give

I'm winnin', 70 and sunny

All my worries melted away like the snow and ice, now I'm playing mini golf and my stroke is nice

You know what it's like, no weight up on my soul tonight

Timon was right, Hakuna Matata's the way of life

Late at night, catch me laying on the hood of my car

High as fuck, eyes up, take a look at the stars

And leave it at that, hit 'em with the steeziest raps

That's why I've got your girl rubbing sunscreen on my back

Smoking Js everyday like dazed and confused

Catch a fade, gettin' blazed while I lay by the pool

In the Summer, just throw on a pair of stunners

And go and catch a vibe motherfuckers

Ay, It's all good in the Summer

Chillin' with the sun in my eyes, top down let it bump in the ride

It's all good in the Summer

Faded 'cos we love to get high, post up, catch a couple of vibes

It's all good in the Summer

And we don't even got nowhere to go, see back when my brim down low

Yeah, we don't even got no where to go

[Merkules:]

The sun is shinin', time to fire up the barbie

Fuckin' higher than the stars when I'm arriving at your party

I'm a fan of hard liquor, in a brown paper bag

I'm a fan of fat swishes, pass it 'round, take a drag

I need a couple double rums, with the salted rim promptly

Bet these drinks'll fuck me up as much as fuckin' Bill Cosby would

It's all good in the summer, I'm in the hood with my brothers flippin' burgers with no shirt when I'm cookin' up supper

And when I'm drunk I fuckin' think I'm Chef Ramsay

My beers in my right palm, I guess tonight I'm left-handed

Damn it, I'm fuckin' hammered so I jump in the pool

And sober up and start again, 'cos we got nothin' to do

Comfortable, doin' shotguns 'til there's chunks on my shoes

Jump in the Coop and make a beer run, re-up on the booze

Now me and Webby in the Chevy 'cos we ran out of blunts

And by the time we got back, the cops are angry out front, fuck

[Chris Webby:]

Ay, It's all good in the Summer

Chillin' with the sun in my eyes, top down let it bump in the ride

It's all good in the Summer

Faded 'cos we love to get high, post up, catch a couple of vibes

It's all good in the Summer

And we don't even got nowhere to go, see back when my brim down low

Yeah, we don't even got no where to go

And I'm up on my cloud, and right where I wan't to be, no bringing me down, yeah

You can find me when the sun goes down, I'm around, lightin' up a dooby you can smell across town

No bringing me down, ay ay ay

Ay, It's all good in the Summer

Chillin' with the sun in my eyes, top down let it bump in the ride

It's all good in the Summer

Faded 'cos we love to get high, post up, catch a couple of vibes

It's all good in the Summer

And we don't even got nowhere to go, see back when my brim down low

Yeah, we don't even got no where to go

Inappropriate (Freeverse) lyrics - Chris Webby

Yeah, so it's 2021 huh?

Let's see if I still got it

They be yelling out, "Webby's here"

Yeah I'm back, just like every year

Pour the Belvedere and cheers

I'm 'bout to get in gear

Mmm, that ain't strong enough go and get my Everclear

Put my feet up on the dash and let the devil steer

Someone bring the drugs out, you can go and set them here

Just give me a second you know until my head is clear

Do not attempt this at home you heard me?

Great, now where were we

I'm cold as a McFlurry

More stripes than Bill Murray

Rockin' a Knicks jersey

Hit a three and dip early

Speaking so wordy they know that I'm sick, surely

My sword's sharp, best bring the shield like Nick Fury

I'm Ragnar with the axe and I'm slashing them into fragments

Attacking them with a passion they flabbergasted and gaspin'

On fire like Rapidash or they grabbed a latch on a wagon

But at best, you're a fucking book of matches, I'm a dragon

I mean, if you step into my ring you'll get a violent throttle

Break your spinal column have you walking with some kind of waddle

My design is hostile

So if you step I'll grab your head and take the face off it like an Aunt Jemima bottle

Huh, yeah I know I'm inappropriate

But still I keep them coming back think I'm slinging opiates

Holy shit, Webby the dopest flow and you know this shit

Me and JP in the stu, we Shaq and Kobe it

Often felonious, with criminal associates

Only thing I would suggest is not to go with this

I'm a rap god just ask your local theologist

Webby cold like the war with the Soviets

I'm a hip-hopper and multiple pill popper

So much in the bag you would think I'm a real doctor

Truer fine talent in a world of TikTokers

Fake lip Onlyfans chicks with big knockers

What the fuck happened?

Where's the damn talent?

Why are all these rappers doing a dance challenge?

Why these chick's ass so big they off balance?

Why do y'all follow this shit, that's all I'm asking?

Jeez, in my day this shit would've never sold

Fuck, guess I ain't a spring chicken no more

Guess the world don't look the same from where I'm sittin' no more

Everyone gettin' offended, blocked, and unfriended

Playing into stories like the media intended

The truth getting blurred and blended, unrendered

Cancel careers, torn down and ended

People always so up in they feelings I've tried

To talk sense to 'em but they just get triggered and cry

While these sheep killing my vibe

For sitting outside

Without a mask on like that's why they really gonna die

Listen bitch, can't you see I'm like fifty feet away

Trying to smoke a cigarette

Where should I go? Lead the way

Give a fuck either way

Don't be coming in my space

You don't wanna get my germs then get the fuck up out my face

Yeah, I'm known to take shots give a fuck if you're way far

My Picatinny rail's got a scope with a laser

The second amendment support and loading my AR

And *baow* blow your ass right off of the radar

My day starts with eating rabbits for breakfast

I'm back with a vengeance

Time to snap them back to they senses

I'm back on the fields so get to heading back to the benches

Or Imma catch a couple bodies they can add to my sentence

Don't wanna try it man

I'll kick you right up in your diaphragm

Punches all connect like the circles in Venn diagrams

Fly as Ironman

The moves I make shit y'all only see the hat like Fetty Wap in an eye exam

My title stands if you get at me

My raw thoughts going sick on my enemies

I be tripping zoned out on some LSD

Selling dick pics for bitcoin is NFD's

Jeez, and now I'm back to take it undomesticated

Uncontrollable, unruly, and unvaccinated

And when they telling me I can't say that

I'll tell them suck a dick, bitch, Webby Wednesday's back

Yo, Nox, turn that mic up man I gotta talk to these people let them know something real serious

Webby Wednesday's back and I ain't fucking around this year either

This is not fucking game. Y'all ready for a show? Let's go

Jedi's Code lyrics - Chris Webby

Try real hard but you fall, better give it all

Win or lose or draw, better give it all

Yeah, the world's a crazy place

I'm just tryna keep my inner peace just like you, you know? Yeah

New normal, that's just what they say these days, but

Shit been getting pretty strange these days

The more I learn, getting harder staying sane these days

Evil reins only thing that doesn't change these days

Darth Sidious and the Sith with insidious plans

Who don't tolerate no questions if you lifting your hand

Then you're blacklisted and banned with no trial to stand

If you're not within the narrative a silencing the lambs

Blocked on Facebook and knocked off IG

Three strikes on YouTube for content ID

If they kicked me off Spotify, you'll only find me

Exclusively with thumb drives and CDs

Up in CT like it was the olden days

That's what happens when the First Amendment goes away

For my sake, let's just hope it doesn't go that way

But either way, I'ma say what I'ma say, fuck 'em

Try real hard but you fall, better give it all

Win or lose or draw, better give it all

You know at the end of the day, I got this platform

I got this microphone

If I'm not using that for something greater than myself

Then what am I even doing, right? Shit

Got a war between good and evil going on in front of us

Either running duck 'cause they bending over and fucking us

So muscle up, step into the light young Padawan

Tag-along, shit the dark side's only half as strong

Once you see through 'em and study the way they choosing

To use all these tactical moves, causing confusion

'Cause when we fight each other then we all gon' end up losing

Caught in the illusion while evil keeps ruling

Agenda 2030, shit might be coming early

A little birdie told me it could happen in a hurry

If you ain't worried, then you're outta the loop

But if you're in the loop, you might be getting found in a noose

While they feed us false news, that's how they be keeping power

Broadcasting to you through the 5G powers

Sheeps gon' cower, wolves gon' fight

Load your weapons while we still got the right, bang bang

Try real hard but you fall, better give it all

Win or lose or draw, better give it all

We all got some sort of role to play out here

As a member of humanity, you know?

And I feel like this is mine

Keep talking that talk

Fuck the media ties and all these secret society

Entertainers who been feeding you lies

Fuck these fake woke sheep in disguise

Fuck these people with the nerve to say who I'm supposed to be as if I

Have ever given a single fuck how they see me, so why

Would I start now? I'm just a disobedient guy

When they thought that I was beaten, I rise

I put my contacts in just so I could look defeat in the eyes

And it's deeper than this rap shit, so tucking my tail

And shutting my mouth, no I ain't never doing that shit

Past it, giving raw truth to the masses

Only way I'm leaving is fucking games and a casket

I'm profane to those who chose the dark road

Behold the pale rapper who's bringing light to the fold

My light saber is ready, a Jedi with a coat

With a soul unsold, let 'em know, yeah

Try real hard but you fall, better give it all

Win or lose or draw, better give it all

At the end of the day, it's pretty clear to see

There's good guys and bad guys

Jedis and Sith, it's time to pick a side motherfucker, yeah

Try real hard but you fall, better give it all

Win or lose or draw, better give it all