Real Shit lyrics - R-Mean, Berner & Chris Webby

Yeah

This some mob shit

Yeah from the Bay Area LA you already know what time it is

They want that old shit, I been the same this whole time

I can't lie, I'm really missing '09

Playing with the coke price

They ain't got no stripes

My diamonds get to dancing in the low light

Yeah, you buy a bag still

I grow mine

My backyard is a goldmine

That fuckshit irrelevant

Crime is adrenaline

I still get busy handle mine like a gentleman

Louis V Letterman

Gone off the sticky bun

You got cash baby, give me some I'm still hungry

Yeah I want it more than anyone

R-Mean let me know when the Henny come

I got a thick bitch, bust it open baby

All the Covid shit been fucking with my mind lately

I'm on the grind non-stop

If they growing what I'm growing Ima buy the whole lot

This that Real Shit

Big bag crack a seal shit

Independent yeah I got my own deal shit

If I get a bag Ima move it real quick

This that Real Shit baby

This that Real Shit

This that Real Shit

Big bag crack a seal shit

Independent yeah I got my own deal shit

If I get a bag Ima move it real quick

This that Real Shit baby

This that Real Shit

This that real shit

Movements we gon' build quick

This that R Dash & Bern

Iron sharpen iron

Stainless steel shit

I be up at Cookies Melrose in some teal drip

With these diamonds that be blinding have you on some Braille shit

Paid my dues and showed you real grit

Shouts to B-Real for no fucking reason except for being real, shit

It's hard to keep up, I be smokin on my own pace

Bern, I got the Henny, Nas just send us a whole case!

Salute the God

Ya'll be throwing them sevens

I'm blessed to be in the presence of these legends soaking up lessons

I'm respected by some GOATs

Fuck whoever hates

Opinions of some strangers?

Fuck outta my face

I don't deal with losers

Only build with bosses

Got some steal grip shooters

That don't feel shit

Cautious!

I salute my brothers real quick

Bern, I appreciate this opportunity and that's some real shit

This that Real Shit

Big bag crack a seal shit

Independent yeah I got my own deal shit

If I get a bag Ima move it real quick

This that Real Shit baby

This that Real Shit

This that Real Shit

Big bag crack a seal shit

Independent yeah I got my own deal shit

If I get a bag Ima move it real quick

This that Real Shit baby

This that Real Shit

This sound like early 2000s, like I'm ridin' to Cam

Purple Haze on replay, gettin' high in the van

Back when me and the homies would throw down 5 on a gram

Long before dispensaries controlled supply and demand

Yea them simpler times, wish I could hit the rewind

In that VHS machine that live in my mind

Back when getting signed was the biggest dream that we had

Now I'm signed to myself and I can see that they mad

I get the bag yeah that Scrooge McDuck dough

Excuse the gusto

My dude I'm just so happy that I made it, Momma look at ya son go

Watch the fans singing every word in the front row

Just here with a blunt rolled and thinkin' 'bout life

And that real shit the only shit I ever write

So just hit me when you cookin R

Berner bring that cookie jar

And we gone show 'em how we took it far

Real shit

Rearview lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Krizz Kaliko & Rittz)

[Krizz Kaliko:]

Yeah, Kali (Kali)

If we cross paths, I'ma ask you (What?)

What you think you really want up on your tombstone?

With a black mask, better act fast

And never really get to see your kids full-grown

We in the game, one and the same

Stick up [?]

Give me rings and chains or you are no longer livin'

This a boots-to-toot institution

Hunnid proof shots and got some prostitution

They told to me get out of town

I came back with a kango wand

On a horse gettin' my tango on

And bang-bang if anything go wrong

And it's a funeral, I shoot at you and I don't hang around that long

Nobody movin', nobody might be gettin' hurt

Try to play the hero

Put a hole up in your dirty shirt

Wanna reperish? I'm the greatest gunslinger

Bringin' terror to your sheriff

I'll give him the middle finger (Uh)

I'm on a Harley, they hardly harmin' me, I get away

Breakin' the law, they're pickin' me up any day

Bad man with a country drawl

Any building you see me in I'm makin' a withdrawal

Pop shots at the cops when they on my block

You know thug life, feelin' like the brand new Pac

Played 'em like a lighter fluid and I ain't gon' run

You can't bust so I'm givin' a gun

Outlaw

[Chris Webby:]

All I do is chase those flames (Flames)

'Cause I don't wanna play your game, nah-nah

So stick 'em up, bang-bang-bang (Bang-bang)

As I ride with the law in my rearview

No turning back now (Back now), cast out (Cast out)

Leavin' like a thief in the night

So pour a last round and sit the glass down

As I ride with the law in my rearview

Yeah

[Rittz:]

Yellin' out the window like, "Fuck the man"

I'm the modern-day Bugs Moran

Pullin' kapers like I'm Baby Face Nelson

On a raised tail since I was a juvenile

My enemies at school

I pull up on 'em and shoot 'em down

My homies were stealin' cars

Take your Mercedes-Benz

Catch a body slippin' while they hittin' the ATM

I really don't wanna stick up an innocent lady, damn

But that's the way the game go, baby, I play to win

My lady let Patty Hearst be Bonnie and Clyde

Anybody that stole some money from Johnny, they died

It's all [?], run up in the gas station dressed in all black

'Til the timid intended to fall back

Make 'em open the safe, there ain't enough in the cash drawer

Get away and shoot up with the cops if they catch up

I feel like an old soul

Like if I was there in the prohibition era I'd be makin' gin in the bathtub

And roam with Al Capone

Droppin' your local bae

Known for overkillin' enemies with a car bomb

My shooters are in the skies

They dressin' like G-Men

Blamin' the FBI for murders that we did

The CNT bitch, this is organized crime

North side of Georgia and we showed up [?]

Tell the copper's in the rearview, "Walk a fine line

Get up on me too close bakka-bakka, bye-bye

You gon' get it"

[Chris Webby:]

All I do is chase those flames (Flames)

'Cause I don't wanna play your game, nah-nah

So stick 'em up, bang-bang-bang (Bang-bang)

As I ride with the law in my rearview

No turning back now (Back now), cast out (Cast out)

Leavin' like a thief in the night

So pour a last round and sit the glass down

As I ride with the law in my rearview

If it's cops and robbers I'm the one that'll dodge the coppers

Mob with a squad of monsters

Won't stop the roster

So lock your mom-and-pop shops when I'ma come knockin'

I'm just that crime figure like John Dillinger

Fired up all of my cylinders

Outlaw sinner 'til I get shot down and they draw that chalk 'round my perimeter

With the lights in the rearview, high-speed chase

Pretty Boy Floyd, you ain't know I shoot straight (Hmm)

Under my scruff got a baby face

But got a ski mask on with a gun on my waist

Big bag when I enter (Yeah)

Tell the bank teller (Yeah), "Fill it up or die right now, it's whatever

Don't press that alarm, don't try to be clever

Or they'll carry you out in a body bag on a stretcher"

Veteran of runnin' from the badges (Yeah)

Break laws but I pay my taxes (Yeah)

Won't Al Capone me, too smart for that shit

When IRS come knockin', have at it (Yeah)

Suck my dick while you at it too

Diamonds lookin' like rabbit food

Carats, get it? Take your best shot

Just watch when the shot come back at you

All I do is chase those flames (Flames)

'Cause I don't wanna play your game, nah-nah

So stick 'em up, bang-bang-bang (Bang-bang)

As I ride with the law in my rearview

No turning back now (Back now), cast out (Cast out)

Leavin' like a thief in the night

So pour a last round and sit the glass down

As I ride with the law in my rearview

Right Now lyrics - Chris Webby

Is this what you want from me

You don't wanna do it

You know what it's gonna be

Don't fuck up my mood right now

It's not what you want (not what you want)

If I hit your chick up and she pick up

She Uber to my crib without a hiccup

Using all the data sendin' pictures

Titties out, with them mad shots with her mans house in the backdrop

No she ain't never been one for discreetness

We get it poppin', she hop up out them Vicky Secrets

She gonna come in up again in like a prefix

And by the end of that she can't walk right, on site, all bright

Bongs, pipes, Raw's tight, little black fog lights, all night

Jaw like Cujo, dog bights, you might just wanna run now

Ándale, duck down, I'm on the way

Touchdown, get-get what now? (get-get what now?)

So high, never come down

'Cause that's what you want from me

'Cause I'll give it to ya right now

You don't wanna do it

I can see through you right now

You know what it's gonna be

I'm chillin, I'm cool right now

Don't fuck up my mood right now

That's not what you want (not what you want)

Is this what you want from me?

'Cause I'll give it to ya right now

You don't wanna do it

I can see through you right now

You know what it's gonna be

I'm chillin, I'm cool right now

Don't fucked up my mood right now

That's not what you want (not what you want)

New flow, new bitch

Two-tone new whip

Ya'll cannot reach me

New phone, Who dis? (Hello?)

Ya that price gon' go up, ain't no coupon for this

With my sidepiece like a car fender when I bag her and the bartender

See I been pushin' steady through the long base

All I hear up in my mind is how these songs play

So I'm channeling the spirit of Harambe

Ya, I'm a killa Gorrilla, Attila, Godzilla and everything else in the middle

I think of a plan, like Killer Cam

Get paid in full and hit Miami just to get a tan

My Swisher crammed, with the goodies like 11 grams

They hatin' on me, that's just some shit I just cannot stand

Lieutenant Dan

Is this what you want from me?

'Cause I'll give it to ya right now

You don't wanna do it

I can see through you right now

You know what it's gonna be

I'm chillin, I'm cool right now

I fucked up my mood right now

That's not what you want (not what you want)

(If I hit your chick up and she pick up)

Stone Cold lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Kembe X)

This that raw non-fictional

Mythical creature that's unequivocally lyrical

LSD ingested 'till the visuals are visible

Creep in from my peripherals

And sitting with Sitting Bull in my living room

Got all this medicinal sticky filling the pipe

While we doin' all these traditional Native American chants

Reaching out to the spiritual side of life I've been missing

While caught up in this digital reality we live in this shit been making me miserable

Ain't no more original, nothing is indigenous

Everyone's living vicariously through the insta' pics

Of whichever disposable celebrity their interest is

Bunch of idiots who rise and fall as quick as Icarus

I don't need no pharmaceutical, my mind is limitless

Rare one, you know though, that's why your girl is into this

Said she'd never been this high before and I believe her

So break that tree up

Baby come and follow the leader

They see me rollin' up the pot

And your girl's never been so stoned

She said "that boy so hot"

She knows I am everything that you are not (yeah)

They see me rollin' up the pot

And my world never been so blown

Love is everything I got (Webby, I got you)

I'm gettin' (duece, I got you) mine while I'm on that clock

Ay, I used to smoke it by the ounce

Why you bitin' down?

Motherfuckers selling swag

I might have to buy 'em out

Check ingredients before you try to bite the sound

Nigga's breaking promises like they're too broke to buy a vowel

Black-top baller (uh)

Schemin' on arenas

Shoot my shot then turn around

I think I'm Gilbert Arenas

Growing my own wings, put that on uncle Remus

Freedom fiends, mind over matter

Your matter's fecal

Don't let your pride have you lookin' like a goofy

It's two seats open for viewing, my life's a feature film

Can't fuck with groupies

Just Suzie to keep me Gucci (uh)

She think she love me and I think love is confusing

Crossing lines is a hobby of mine

Watch your step when on my property, that's (prolly a mine)

Bombs, missiles, knives for the weapons formed against me

All of them thoughts of killing me off, them shits all in your mind

They see me rollin' up the pot

And your girl's never been so stoned

She said "that boy so hot"

She knows I am everything that you are not (yeah)

They see me rollin' up the pot

And my world never been so blown

Love is everything I got

I'm gettin' mine while I'm on that clock

I'll lay that mack down

'Til she pass out

Got a slow jam

In the background

What is child's play to a grown man

I'm a whole man with the fam' now

Smoke a blunt right on the porch

Posted at my granny' house

A hard knock block is something to up the ante 'bout

Hustle in my blood, I've been doin' what I gotta do

Until I am the headlining act preforming at Bonnaroo

Baby, I'm just here for the day

And this ain't quite a vacation

That is unless you plan on coming through

Throwin' clouds when I'm loud blazin'

And I keep my head down like a cow grazin'

The crowd favorite

But I grew up

A fuckin' screw up

Gorilla Glued up

I do what

I fuckin' feel like

Not givin' two fucks (What?)

Liquor that's helping me loose up

Fuck the world

I'm knocking ash on my new 'bucks

I grind 'til I need new trucks

Fillin' booze up in a few cups

Lemme loosen up and I reload

So I would suggest that you duck

They see me rollin' up the pot

And your girl's never been so stoned

She said "that boy so hot"

She knows I am everything that you are not

They see me rollin' up the pot

And my world never been so blown

Love is everything I got

I'm gettin' mine while I'm on that clock

Suicide Squad lyrics - Chris Webby

[Chris Webby:]

Introduce a little anarchy

Upset the the established order

And everything becomes chaos

I'm an Agent of Chaos

[Jarren Benton:]

Yeah, Say goodnight to the bad guy

My squad suicidal, wave a tec at the rabbi

Swish cheese ya fucking block when I pass by

Fresh to death like I'm at my wake and I'm mad fly, yeah

Evil bastard, tie you up, you get beat with ratchets

Magneto with the heavy metal, turning g's to ashes

Turning war to war zone with these pretty new gadgets

Beat ya ass, take ya cash, then I feed ya acid

Yeah, I got the game in a headlock

I put this red dot to your lens like Deadshot

Middle finger up, I give a fuck if the feds watch

Bullet though his dreadlock, corpse smell like a egg rotten

Life shorter than a Oompa Loompa

I'm in this bitch with two bazookas

Take me to ya leader, I'm a nuke ya ruler

Nah fuck it, I'll just shoot the jeweler

Riding through the city with some [?]

[Chris Webby:]

We the Suicide Squad

We the bad guys

We sending chills up your spine

When we pass by

Supervillain lifestyle

Don't gotta ask why

Just run motherfucker run, run

We the Suicide Squad

We the Suicide Squad

The motherfucking Suicide Squad

So just run motherfucker run, run

See we Gotham's new guardians

See the way we marching in

Wreaking havoc to the doors, back behind the bar again

Got a little Harley Quin, lighting up a parliament

Shooting rocket launchers out the windows of the car we in

Everyone of us putting in brain hours, and obtained power

Built up a name, now the games ours

Plate of filleted flounder, they'd add on my tray counter

While I'm laughing as I crash my plane in to Wayne Tower

That's what you hear on any stage I rush on

Robotic intellect in the Age of Ultron

Fire in my eyes, heavy weight, my gloves on

My knife is in my boot, with grenades and guns drawn

But then you'll see my name in the paper on page 2

On display, with a mask on my face like Bane do

Spending 28 days in a cage with a rage flu

Insane, strange, deranged and my gang is the same too

We the Suicide Squad

We the bad guys

We sending chills up your spine

When we pass by

Supervillain lifestyle

Don't gotta ask why

Just run motherfucker run, run

We the Suicide Squad

We the Suicide Squad

The motherfucking Suicide Squad

So just run motherfucker run, run

[Locksmith:]

I'm the new religion, a supervillain, no supervision

No use of a noose, or a new submission, no suit can fit him

I'm used to these rappers and new musicians

Act out of superstition and rap like they beggin' in the trap is a new commission

If you understand the fact I'm cool

But keep a distance, in a instance I can snap, I'm cool

Whatever you like, I pull, don't ever attack, I'm fuel

Heath Ledger, bleak weather and Ra's al Ghul

I'll be chilling at the bank man, going where you can't fam

Unbreakable, Bruce Willis with them paint cans

But fuck Bruce, you're more like Damian Wayne

And compared to Locksmith, you motherfuckers is Blankman

General Zod going hard on your iPod

Spittin' at the cameras, break the legs on your tripod

Snatching all the bitches, now they screaming out "My God!"

Suicide motherfucker, that's my squad!

[Chris Webby:]

We the Suicide Squad

We the bad guys

We sending chills up your spine

When we pass by

Supervillain lifestyle

Don't gotta ask why

Just run motherfucker run, run

We the Suicide Squad

We the Suicide Squad

The motherfucking Suicide Squad

So just run motherfucker run, run

Theme Song lyrics - Chris Webby

Woke up this morning

Yeah, and this my motherfucking theme song

Woke up this morning

Yeah, and this my motherfucking theme song

Got bars, yeah the WiFi here got no lag

When I spazz like a rabid animal without a tag

Foaming at the mouth, prowling around, howling and mad

Since I made my escape from a Ukrainian bio lab

I'm a hazard to the public but fuck it I get the bag (yup)

And since I don't do apologies I'm not sorry to brag

Yeah, some rappers call me Webby, the rest are calling me dad

I'm a skull and crossbones, you pussies got white flags (pussy)

Get to waving, I'ma pick up and run, bitch I'm the one

Ruling with a fist as iron as Attila the Hun

The dopest dope you ever smoked, so hold this hit in your lungs

They hit the ground harder and harder the bigger they come

They'll draw that line around your body like a word search

I want the glory but I'll show 'em what I'm worth first

Yeah, I'm branching out my business to the bird's perch

Hand up on my crotch (fucking pervert) tell 'em like

I been gone but you know I never leave long

With the Jamo Neat and my weed strong

Living in the left lane that I speed on

Since I used to whip a dented-up Nissan, yeah

Now this money's what I speak on

From the California king that I sleep on

Woke up this morning

Yeah, and this my motherfucking theme song

Yeah, step up on the stage like a new man (uh)

Uh, top boy with the food fam

Mad Ps, bills bigger than a toucan (ay)

So let the cameras roll up in the news van (yeah)

Undebatedly, no one's taking the place of me

Webby's that holographic, that Charizard and I'm basically

Sick in the fucking head, and that's why that they medicated me

Crush my ivermectin to powder and take it nasally, I

Woke up this morning

Got myself a gun bigger than pun, y'all better run

Got no permit for it yet but I promise I'm getting one

So watch out when I be flipping the safety off with my thumb (bang)

Dog from the pound, walking around awkward and loud

With some wild shit to say that's leaving jaws on the ground

Let 'em know my gender by shoving my balls in they mouth

Going to hell, y'all just follow me down

I been gone but you know I never leave long

With the Jamo Neat and my weed strong

Living in the left lane that I speed on

Since I used to whip a dented-up Nissan, yeah

Now this money's what I speak on

From the California king that I sleep on

Woke up this morning

Yeah, and this my motherfucking theme song

And this my motherfucking theme song

Thunder lyrics - Chris Webby

I'm a soldier raised by the thunder clouds

And the floods when the rain came dumpin' down

Suck it up or drown

Buckle up 'cause life can get tough enough

Ain't no fuckin' love around here (Nah)

Let me make one thing clear (Clear)

I'ma be the one they fear

Comin' from the bottom of the bucket to the man of the year

Only threat to my career is the man in the mirror

So hut one, hut two, light the endzone (Yeah)

Play as if it's what life depends on (Yeah)

I came in the game with a mic and headphones

And now I got chains with the righteous gemstones

I rome to the throne on the path in front of me

When I survive past all that they're gonna see

Why I'm one of the greats

I play straight and they should vacate the place

Or at last they're gonna be

All laid down flat where the carpet at

The champ is here

The goddamn bars are back (Yeah)

Big brain like a martian, a mars attack

And if they smart they don't want no parts of that

I start the track like I'm already ready to go

Yeah, I shoot for the stars if I settle below

I'll still hit the moon and light up the room

And trust it gon' be a hell of a show

As I ride through the

Through the rain and thunder

Could've broken down

Through the pain and hunger

Had to hold my ground

Say it can't be done?

Shit, somebody hold my crown

'Cause if they ain't know when they got to the show

Well, they know me now

Yeah

I was born in a bed of flames

To the lightning crash of heavy rains

Now Webby claims the steady aim

At your head and bang like Jesse James

I got kevlar plates that'll line my vest

Hood up on my head, how a shy guy dress

But as I digress, I'm defined as the best

East coast to the (wicky-wicky) wild-wild west (Yeah)

I am the one that they know to be

The coldest with the flow and the poetry

From locally to sold out globally

My first CD dropped in the ovaries

And from my ultrasound to the crowd in front of me

Been a ride that you can't break down in summary

I'll be runnin' 'til they pull the fuckin' ground from under me

When the rain come down and sound of thunder be goin' boom

Step out the way and give me some room

Ride through the flames, the rains and monsoons

Under the full moon

In that black lagoon

The monster in me been tuned and well groomed

Here to raise hell, I'm built for this shit

I live for this game, I kill for this shit

Too real for this shit

In a foxhole with a gun cocked

I'ma die on a hill for this shit

'Cause I am a fighter, my head to the sky

And livin' this life been a hell of a ride

And know in the back of my head when I die

That I'm leavin' a mark they'll remember me by

The reason I do it, it never was fame

The cars and the clout

Or the checks and the chains

I'm in it to carve out my legacy claims

So put some respect on my name

Webby

Through the rain and thunder

Could've broken down

Through the pain and hunger

Had to hold my ground

Say it can't be done?

Shit, somebody hold my crown

'Cause if they ain't know when they got to the show

Well, they know me now

Through the rain

Rain and thunder

Thunder

They know

They know me now

They know me now

They know me now

Through the rain and thunder

Could've broken down

Through the pain and hunger

Had to hold my ground

Say it can't be done?

Shit, somebody hold my crown

'Cause if they ain't know when they got to the show

Well, they know me now

Tropicana lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Anoyd)

I got the Tropicana

Pomegranate with banana

The king of every jungle ask Rafiki my savanna

Covers everything the light'll touch

Here to Indiana to Atlanta

To Louisiana, all the way to Cana-da

Breaking through all the parame-ters

Puttin' on a show, you better get your came-ras

Stamin-a, like Kung Fu Panda, bruh

Ani-mal, don't let me get my hands on ya

Reakin' havoc like Donkey and Diddy all through ya city

Until I make an illegal turn and the officers get me

I'm off of the wall like a flat screen robbery, really

I give the people what they wanted, you feel me?

I got the juice

Remember

I got the bag like Santa

I got the clip with the banana, banana

I got the juice, nananana

The Tropicana, nananana

Remember

I got the bag like Santa

I got the clip with the banana, banana

I got the juice, nananana

The Tropicana, woah

I got the juice like I'm squeezin' on fruits, I'm leadin' the troop

I'm stayin' steezy and loose at ease in the booth

Drop the kind of shit you press and play and keep it on loop

From simple to complexity that you can't even compute

I'm speakin' the truth, as it's always been since I was juvenile

Truly wild, step up in that building King Louie style

Make your cutie smile with the shit I say

What can I say? I'm that dude, always been that way

Yeah, I've been the greatest, highly imitated when I drop

Still I stay on top, shit, I never miss when takin' shots

They ain't messing with the mango or the lemonade I got

So much juice that my refrigerator stopped, they can't stop the pace

I'm one dude you cannot replace

This ain't artificial flavor in our concentrates

I got the grapes, I got the squeeze you can't touch

Get yourselves a cup, bottoms up

Yeah

Remember

I got the bag like Santa

I got the clip with the banana, banana

I got the juice, nananana

The Tropicana, nananana

Remember

I got the bag like Santa

I got the clip with the banana, banana

I got the juice, nananana

The Tropicana, woah

Nananananananana

Nananananananana

I got the juice, that Tropicana

Nananananananana

Nananananananana

I got the juice, that Tropicana

Remember

I got the bag like Santa

I got the clip with the banana, banana

I got the juice, nananana

The Tropicana, nananana

Remember

I got the bag like Santa

I got the clip with the banana, banana

I got the juice, nananana

The Tropicana, woah

Undeniable lyrics - Chris Webby

Yeah, Webby

It's undeniable

Mic check, 1, 2

We rolling, yeah

I like them short and stocky

About yea high, and sorta sloppy

On my Tempur-Pedic fold em up like origami

I am Mr. Hankey recording up in a porta-potty

Cause I am the shit

You're the sheep

I'm the border collie

I'm like Thor the Nordic God up in a mortal's body

Take my auto-bot to the auto-body who's calling shotty?

Just cause I'm white they think I'm trying out for golf or hockey

Or know how to ollie

And where to score some molly

When I'm on Spotify it's Coldplay constantly

Like, the whole discography

I sing along when no one's watching me

And have a vegan garden on my property

Use grammar extra properly

And wave super hard when you saying hi to me

Honestly some of you probably think that shit

But I let em speculate while I just bring that sick twisted misfit with, with a ring that fits

Gladiator when I step into a ring that's it

It's undeniable baby

Got karma on my side, I'mma be alright

Yeah they've been trying me lately

But I feel my second wind picking up my stride

It's undeniable baby

It's undeniable baby

My lyrics are like an LSD micro-dose

Recite those quotes

And you won't find a typo, choke, stutter or misspelled word, because I write so dope

Every cell, every molecule and isotope

It's psychedelic in my blood's system

Even the Jewish women love Christian

Even the nuns fuck with him, they say none fuck with him

Nun-chuck hit em

Michelangelo an animal

Eyes low I got the antidote

It's understandable, they can't stand that I managed to reach to the top, so believe it or not

See it and watch, I'm a

Janitor ready to mop motherfuckers

Put that overtime in when I clock motherfuckers

No sick days, no days off, and know we stay late

No holidays with pay, and no vacay

You should probably vacate the premises

The premise is to be the supervillain, that nemesis, bitch

It's undeniable baby

Got karma on my side, I'mma be alright

Yeah they've been trying me lately

But I feel my second wind picking up my stride

It's undeniable baby

It's undeniable baby

Roll the dice I'll throw it all down and take that risk

Now put your money on the table I'mma take that shit

These dollar signs up on my name like that A$AP clique

And if they putting in the call, then I'mma raise that shit

Roll the dice I'll throw it all down and take that risk

Now put your money on the table I'mma take that shit

These dollar signs up on my name like that A$AP clique

And if they putting in the call, then I'mma raise that shit

Wild In The Streets lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Jon Connor)

Every human has a voice

Every human has a choice

We all was meant to share this planet

But it all starts with understanding

I wish it could all be so easy

Wake me up from the nightmare on the TV

All the pain, the anxiety and hurt

For the world to change, we have to change first

[Jon Connor:]

Every day, feel like I'm supressin' my feelings

Like I've been sentenced to pay a penance to people

Who for some reason hate my existence

They put us in ghettos and we embraced it

Makin' the most out of a fucked up situation

And you got the nerve to be racist? It's funny

Controlling my education, religion, and money

All we got is pride left and you focused on taking that from me

The picture gets clearer when you feelin' like you at your safest

It's still racist when you ain't in our faces and call us a nigga

It's in the look, it's in the tone

It's when you say "All lives matter" as a way to justify police doing wrong

I know you hate it, but until black lives matter?

Shit, "All lives matter" is a false statement

All I want between you and I is to peacefully unify

Look at the truth from my point of view

And then you decide: who are you inside?

You mean you like seeing humans shootin' and lootin' awry for dudes who got brutalized?

We all done caught a bad one

Lookin' around at all this chaos, Colin Kaepernick

Takin' that knee don't seem that bad, huh?

And now there's screaming in the streets

No, don't give me no brick to throw 'cause what we out here screaming for is peace

I wasn't even a teen when I seen what happened to Rodney King

My niece, Navaya, just turned eleven and now she seeing the same thing

We just tryin' to break the cycle by addressing what we seeing

And me and Webby just an example that we all on the same team

Oh, I heard a shot and laid down

It's gettin' wild in the streets

They settin' fire to the crown

His momma yellin' "Oh, no, no

Why they shot my son? No!"

It's gettin' wild in the streets

When the sun goes down

[Chris Webby:]

Yeah

War on the streets and nowhere to run to

They arming police, military come too

All we wanted was peace, but what we gon' do

Watchin' all these conspiracies come true?

And we got good cop, bad cop

White cop, black cop

Why call the cops when, this cop, that cop

Out here shootin' like it's Call of Duty: Black Ops

Another dead man laying on the blacktop

Rioters sent by the left to stir

This whole pot 'cause the plot's divide and conquer

The right responds with violence beyond redemption

Tension, no one rights the wrongs

And the end result is the corruption bubbling to the top

Ain't a cop that can stop the rumbling

Bringing in SWAT won't stop what's coming

We're past discussion, won't stop for nothing

Unity's louder than troops and gunpowder

The shroud institution has proved they're cowards

They losin' their power, the future is ours

Change gon' come, revolution has flowered

And grown through the cracks of the concrete street

Through the false info that been on TV

This America so the pain run deep

But we can never not be free

Fuck a racist motherfucker, you can go and tell 'em how I feel

So go and play your anthem, I'ma go ahead and kneel

On the ground that the colonists had gotten for a steal

Get it? 'Cause they stole it, shit, I'm just being real

We're a country built off crime and white lies

And I can see it through my white eyes

If you don't see the problem, you the problem

And they all exposed

When our true colors get shown, woah

Oh, I heard a shot and laid down

It's gettin' wild in the streets

They settin' fire to the crown

His momma yellin' "Oh, no, no

Why they shot my son? No!"

It's gettin' wild in the streets

When the sun goes down

Yeezy 350 (Remix) lyrics - Aaron Cohen, Chris Webby & Jarren Benton

Ok full disclosure, I don't even own a pair of no Yeezys

But for my dudes Aaron and Jarren

I'll there when you when you need me

To cook the feature up, send me the beat and I'll freakin beat it up

Poison dart frog with it doggie I got the lethal touch

They ain't reachin us, that rogue vandal

Pulling up on Animal Planet, the whole channel

Better run and duck like I'm Elmer Fudd in an old flannel

With the feng shui every hump day, I'm Joe Camel

Flipping like a lucky bogie, yo they fuckin know me

Yea I'm rolling a j (AJ), I don't mean the son of Tony

What I mean is all this weed is now distortin my vision

I'll fill my fork with your dinner, there ain't no portion to give em

All you hungry hungry hippo - critical, bitches been so

Mad at my success that y'all cryin into your pillows

They see that smoke billow from the highly tinted windows

I'm Shark status to all of these minnows, Webby

My niggas sipping cheap whiskey

Know I keep the piece with me

Getting top, while I'm still rocking my Yeezy 350s

Ugghh, rocking my Yeezy 350s

Rocking my...

My niggas sipping cheap whiskey

Know I keep the piece with me

Getting top, while I'm still rocking my Yeezy 350s

Rocking my Yeezy 350s

Rocking my...

Serving everybody, I don't need a menu

Gotta get this money, so I hustle like the rent due

Jarren, how'd you even get that gun up in the venue

Lying through your teeth like you ain't fucking bitches raw

But fuck these bitches, I need riches, I got itchy palms

That's why I go ape shit like It G Ma

Tell Kato bro, come get your ma

I don't pay for pussy that's not my M.O.

I get head then ask her for some bread on the Venmo

You think you big balling now, like you Lorenzo

Learn your role before we trade your ass to the N.O.

I'm pelican fly, I might roll through NY in an elegant ride

Drive slow like there's a felon inside

Kevin Gates man, I never get tired

I'm forever inspired, after the show hit the Waffle House

Hit on the methhead waitress like I ain't got a spouse

She ain't got teeth, but she got a mouth

You want this money dog, get your ass up off the couch

My niggas sipping cheap whiskey

Know I keep the piece with me

Getting top, while I'm still rocking my Yeezy 350s

Ugghh, rocking my Yeezy 350s

Rocking my...

My niggas sipping cheap whiskey

Know I keep the piece with me

Getting top, while I'm still rocking my Yeezy 350s

Rocking my Yeezy 350s

Rocking my...

My niggas sipping cheap whiskey

Know I keep the piece with me

Getting top, while I'm still rocking my Yeezy 350s

Ugghh, fuck asking questions Aaron, blast the weapon

I like my bitches organic with no ass injections

In all camo like rambo, when Benton start to snapping

The flow will ghost them like Thanos

Reload the A.R clip, I came to fuck up the game just like J.R. Smith

Supreme box logo, aye momma used to whip the box Volvo

Now I throw her ten stacks just shop in SoHo

Karate kicking down doors nigga watch ya dojo

Your baby mama look like Yaphet Kotto

Bitches in awe, let the semi send em' the kiss of death nigga, like mwah

I sit in the spa, get high while I listen to Nas

The Mink Coat Killa, the god, Benton I'm odd

The bully in this bitch what's happening

East Side nigga, I bare arms like Paddington

I never go bare without the raincoat

Brass knuckle Benton the bully I am insane ho

My niggas sipping cheap whiskey

Know I keep the piece with me

Getting top, while I'm still rocking my Yeezy 350s

Ugghh, rocking my Yeezy 350s

Rocking my...

My niggas sipping cheap whiskey

Know I keep the piece with me

Getting top, while I'm still rocking my Yeezy 350s

Rocking my Yeezy 350s

Rocking my...

Young Boy lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. RiFF RAFF & SB The Wavegod)

[SB The Wavegod:]

Ever since I been a young boy

Ever since I been a young boy

Ever since I been a young boy

I'm the motherfucking man around here

[RiFF RAFF:]

I never graduated

Shit like me a lot, I got four-fifty-eighted

Uh, old Jackson, could've played for the Raiders

Jaccuzzi on patio, she getting X-rated

I'm in the lil' night getting faded

Glass house, ten acres

I go to Florida, my gators

I threw a bus down, AP on my ankle

I pour codeine on my pancreas

Do a hundred pushups under midnight

I never seen a golden sprite

Wrist look like a rainbow, bright

[SB The Wavegod:]

Ever since I been a young boy

Ever since I been a young boy

Ever since I been a young boy

I'm the motherfucking man around here

Ever since I been a young boy

Ever since I been a young boy

Ever since I been a young boy

I'm the motherfucking man around here

[Chris Webby:]

I've been evaluated

And ever since then, been fully medicated

I guess I'm just what all the doctors created

Frankenstein with a crazy mind

Gotta become a monster to make it

Yeah I'm cold-blooded like Little Foot

My accountant need to get a bigger book

All the critics diss and said I'd hit a ceiling

But I do not know how a ceiling look

All I know, it's convertible, my flow in the surgical

I've shown that I'm versatile, my limits are vertical

I'll dip with your chick and be all in her cervical

Got 'em all like "Damn homie, Web still be the man, homie"

Pulling up with Dan Tony, iced out in a zamboni

All the fans know me, that's Webster

And I be coming for the cheese like Chester

My chain looking like treasure, gotta use a pirate chest as my dresser, bitch

[SB The Wavegod:]

Ever since I been a young boy

Ever since I been a young boy

Ever since I been a young boy

I'm the motherfucking man around here

Ever since I been a young boy

Ever since I been a young boy

Ever since I been a young boy

I'm the motherfucking man around here

"Jamo Neat" (2015)

• Walt And Jesse lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Sap)
• Master Of The Ceremony lyrics - Chris Webby
• Whatchu Need lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Sap & Stacey Michelle)
• Feelin' Like lyrics - Chris Webby
• Screws Loose lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Stacey Michelle)
• True Romance lyrics - Chris Webby
• Say It Ain't So lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Sap)
• Jekyll And Hyde lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Stacey Michelle)
• Vibe 2 It lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Sap)
• That's Life lyrics - Chris Webby

Walt And Jesse lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Sap)

[Chorus: Chris Webby & (Sap)]
(Now you may know me as Sap)
(I'm the man behind the science)
(And Webby's the supplier)
See that he be sampleing the instruments
I pack it and distribute it to give you that fire
(Ay yo, we stay cooking up)
(We stay in the lab, we turn up the heat)
(Keep playing it back so really none of y'all can't stress me)
He got the beats, I got the bars
And when you put that shit together we are like Walt and Jesse!

[Verse 1: Chris Webby & (Sap)]
I was chilling up in South Beach kicking my feet up
Just got off tour trying to soak some UV's up
Album on the source, label situation freezed up
Then I saw Sapsi, he was trying to cook some pizza!
Shit, that sounds right, look, I'mma grab the Jamo
Then I got the flight book, go and catch your plane bro!

(On my way Chris, you know that shit we make is so pure
Some of this clowns think they run us and they so sure
Cause when I'm here in the streets got me so bored
The fans don't need to hear no more
But hey we gon chop the world after this shit we pull
Do it for the check but first for the pitbull
I always had a question, [?]
Man you know how beats in school be kicking six fools
So we skip class, quick fast, and hit the jaw
Zip back on some Chemically Imbalanced!)

Shut your bitch ass!
So wait a minute while we go and hit the skylight
Cause I'm gone, the only way to go is to the darkside
I do whatever I like, now it's a whole CD
Me and Sap up on the track it's so eazy!

[Chorus: Chris Webby & (Sap)]
(Now you may know me as Sap)
(I'm the man behind the science)
(And Webby's the supplier)
See that he be sampleing the instruments
I pack it and distribute it to give you that fire
(Ay yo, we stay cooking up)
(We stay in the lab, we turn up the heat)
(Keep playing it back so really none of y'all can't stress me)
He got the beats, I got the bars
And when you put that shit together we are like Walt and Jesse!

[Verse 2: Chris Webby & (Sap)]
Yo, Mr. White I need a beat!

(Webb I got you, get used to add an extra knock too, you know I got to
We 'bout to have the whole world buying this!)

Word? Lemme try a hit! Yeah, Science Bitch!

(You see we take a peace from the sample
Ain't a damn thing with my beats that we can't do
Got so many stalls that we gon' have a handfull
Of this customers I swear the whole net gon' fuck with us)

You call it the Internet, but I call it the trap
I push my product on the book, the gram and snapchat
When I run out, I pick up my phone ASAP
And we cooking it well, getting mail from ASCAP
Selling tapes out the trunk, then they gotta love bigger
Now the fans lining up they been following twitter
I'mma DM this chick real quick, I'm trynna hit, you dig?

(Come on Webb you know we on the clock nigga!)

[Chorus: Chris Webby & (Sap)]
(Now you may know me as Sap)
(I'm the man behind the science)
(And Webby's the supplier)
See that he be sampleing the instruments
I pack it and distribute it to give you that fire
(Ay yo, we stay cooking up)
(We stay in the lab, we turn up the heat)
(Keep playing it back so really none of y'all can't stress me)
He got the beats, I got the bars
And when you put that shit together we are like Walt and Jesse!

Master Of The Ceremony lyrics - Chris Webby

[Verse 1:]
Webby goin’ hard you can tell when I drop a line
It’s like I’ve had my lyrics genetically modified
Sap givin’ me beats is like feedin’ a mogwai, after twelve o’ clock in the dark
‘Cause I rap like I’m bout to stuff you in your spot into sarcophagi
Oh my God am I, blackin’ out again like I’m hangin’ out with that Cosby guy?
Killin’ rappers as easy as swattin’ flies, with that old school vibe, it’s just like I’ve been fossilized
Murder shit, like they legalize the Purge when I’m rappin’
They chokin’ like they havin’ some kind of allergic reaction
See I’m nervously scratchin’ on they epidermis and that’s when I know I’ll leave a crime scene, get the surgical napkins
Hackin’, slashin’, cuttin’, leavin’ your mufuckin’ head sufferin’ from about twenty different concussions
Every time I try to get my life together, then the fans be like, “Man, where the crazy Webby, yo, I like him better”
So at last I’ll give the people what they’ve asked for
Just get my weed, whisky, see them pills there? Grab four
Get my razor blade, I’ll roll up twenty in my glass RooR
Meet me at the back door, tell them that I’m back, whore
I’m back, fuckers, huh, let’s go

[Hook:]
I could never be what you want me to be
Could never visualize what you want me to see
All I’ve ever known is that I’ma do me
A true MC, yeah I’m the master of the ceremony
Yeah I’m the master of the ceremony
Yeah I’m the master of the ceremony

[Interlude: Sap]
Yeah Web, talk that shit
Talk that shit, we don’t let up on these fuckers

[Verse 2:]
A new rap song with Miley Cyrus? Sorry I don’t buy it
This is Hip-Hop, and now we all fuckin’ surrounded by this
Rap, pop, and these bottles, and twerkin’ it right on my dick
So fuckin’ numb is the culture, we’re like, “I kinda like it…”
That ain’t the shit you bump by yourself, get inspired by it
Ain’t the shit that makes you start up a movement, incite a riot
And give a voice to the people who need to be blindly guided
And see somebody to follow, so I’ll be their Iron Giant
To help ‘em forget their problems, at least for a fuckin’ moment
When they throw them beats on and I speak to ‘em and console ‘em
Got fans, just know that like Caesar you could control ‘em
Now what would y’all do with a legion of fuckin’ Romans
Us is entertainers, the ones with a chance to rhyme
Gotta give these people something authentic to stand behind
These rapper say they care, but that’s only on camera time
Then they go right back to rappin’ ‘bout strippers
And damn it I’m, fuckin’ sick of all this stackin’ money, spendin’ money, throwin’ money
Shit it’s a recession, most these listeners are owin’ money
Cash Money, Young Money, his money, her money
But chances are they ain’t never talkin’ ‘bout your money
Fuck money, know what I mean? This real Hip-Hop shit right here

[Hook:]
I could never be what you want me to be
Could never visualize what you want me to see
All I’ve ever known is that I’ma do me
A true MC, yeah I’m the master of the ceremony
Yeah I’m the master of the ceremony
Yeah I’m the master of the ceremony
Yeah I’m the master of the ceremony