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

Judgement Day lyrics - Chris Webby

Yea, fuckin' world we live in man

Ain't nothing like you see

Everything you were taught

Throw that shit out the fuckin' window man

Yea!

God bless America, right? Yea, yea

See I got this microphone in my hand for a reason

Let me do my job

At this point I feel exhausted

I can't trust the air I'm breathin'

Food I'm eatin', or the water from my faucet

Conspiracy theorist is what they call it

I just call it keepin' aware and being cautious

But the ones in office are handlin' business

It's all about the bottom line, cookin' the big fish

Control in the media, leaving the truth twisted

They feed us medication so everyone's indifferent

They keep us in the dark like we developing film now

Don't want a revolution, tearing all that they've built down

So they distracting us with Caitlyn and Kim now

Controlling the masses like they playin' the Sims now

We swallowing pills down because we were told to

The side effects got my mind a mess but its supposed to

Get rid of the anxiety, get rid of the pain too

And all of the while you can't see that it changed you

They scared us with Osama

Now they scare us with ISIS

So afraid that now we giving our rights up

Up in the Matrix with no one here to save us

I told myself there's still hope but really can't gauge it

Over in Asia the pollution is dangerous

Just to leave the house they wear a mask on their faces

Coastal community slippin' into the waves

It's lookin' like we just too late we won't make it

Unless we go and change shit ASAP

I say this shit and disregard the personal safety

Cause the NSA is gonna listen and take me

And make me seemed uninformed, wild and crazy

Just like they done to any artist with a fuckin' opinion

And just credit their character, if their stubborn they kill 'em

And I can't even see the stars in the sky for wishin'

When the small clouds form up and blind my vision

Trump or Hillary, ether way it sickens me

Those are my options? Are you fuckin' kidding me?

But the game is rigged you see and in favor of our misery

And the 1% is still getting richer and richer B

Everything is extinct, but it don't stop at the zoo

Cause shit, we're animals too, we'll still be following suit

While the rich are getting paid and the poor stay broke

Why vote when I can load this automatic rifle?

Watch the world on its downward spiral

Lost hope, puttin' down my Bible

Til' the day we're loading up our rifles, fighting for survival, waiting on that judgement day

That judgement day

That judgement day

That judgement day

That judgement day

Kratos lyrics - Chris Webby

Got here like the God tier

Bringin' war so the Gods fear when this God's near

With a shield and a sharp spear

Any God here better bend the knee before I start bodyin' Gods

Clearin' the path with wrath in any habitat I inhabit at

Fill the halls of Valhalla with my battle-axe

I fed Anubis so many souls that'll pass 'em back

And ship 'em off to Haiti's

Every afterlife's at max capac'

Clash with titans 'til you crawlin' through the wreckage

And climb up Mount Olympus to get more of a perspective

Then I showed Zeus the word immortal is subjective

As I left him headless, sittin' on his throne to send a message

That dawned before Atreus, I'm written in the ancient scripts

For spillin' blood of any man, a myth who dare to raise a fist

When it comes to chaos, I got exactly the blade for this

And when I'm done with your Pantheon, you'll be atheist

Where my blades go

Blood'll stain the snow

From Asgard to Olympus I got 'em prayin' though

And they know that they better lay low

Because in a world of rap Gods I am Kratos

Because in a world of rap Gods I am Kratos

God chosen like the God Odin

As I'm grippin' Thors hammer and leavin' these Gods broken

We don't stop goin' so listen up when this God's spoken

When I pull up got all of these Gods frozen in place

I ran a race to make it further from my darker days

Fate is written, all of us have got our part to play

Still I hunger for battle and keep a sharpened blade

Bottle up my spartan rage and let it out if y'all engage

I'll single handedly take Hercules and Perseus

Unleash my murderous service and send 'em to the Cerberus

I'm as unbreakable as balder's epidermis is

And out of this world with this way of words, just ask Copernicus

Ptolemy and Galileo, go and grab your telescope

Snatch Orion's belt from him

Wrap it around his neck and choke

As I rip the head from Helios, the sun'll set for most

While I drown Poseidon in the river sticks and let him float

Openin' Pandora's Box and left the minotaur in shock

Grabbed him by the horns and pulled him 'til his spinal cord just popped

They write my name in the heiroglyphic's, this Horus watches

Knowin' that he could be next in a gold adorned sarcophagus

Mummified, ain't no runnin' wide on my animosity

No mythology safe from blades in the hand of prophecy

Inflict atrocity through the pages of anthropology

That any mortal man of God can see

Kratos

There he is

There's the God of War

Macaulay Culkin lyrics - Merkules, Chris Webby, C-Lance

Jesus Christ, C-Lance

I told you man, you can't let me out the loony bin like this

I feel like fucking murdering something

(C-Lance) let's go

I'll rip your heart out just by reaching down your throat

Just so I can watch you try your best to breathe without a pulse

Can't you see that I'm the GOAT, y'all ain't even coming close

Macaulay Culkin in the loony bin, don't leave me home alone

I'm just seated on my throne and these fucking rappers are peasants

I'm coming after they heads with a rusty dagger, come get it

If someone asks for a medic, I'll fucking stab 'em to death

Suffering succotash I'm Sylvester I'm running after you pheasants

Shout out to C-Lance, we're like Eminem and Dre

And all these rappers are just roaches, someone better get the Raid

I'm the shit, like some excrement that's left for several days

That's why the SWAT team's waiting when I exit off the stage

A combination of lyricism and skill

So when you hear this steal a car and then steer the whip off a hill

Ain't it clear by now? I can give zero shits with no chill, I'm fucking nuts

Like Sierra mix arrogant's how I feel, bitch

Who the fuck let me outta the psych ward?

Who the fuck let me out the loony bin?

I turn into a monster soon as the mic on

You know I'm fucking crazy, let me do my thing

Better lock your doors and close your windows

'Cause big Merk's on the loose again

He's running round waving a loaded pistol

And he's drunk off of juice and gin

Breaking out the loony bin, Webby's on the loose (yeah)

Coming from the underground, let 'em see the roots

Got a gun under my pillow like a fucking baby tooth

Let a robber inside just so I can legally shoot

Writing while intoxicated like that letter Stan wrote

So any time they ask me if I give a damn, no

Making fun of trans folks

As if it's not the year 2021 when nobody can take a damn joke (relax)

Playing Russian roulette with a sawed-off

C-Lance on the beat so I had to bring the raw thoughts

Dropping so much shit you think we chilling at the dog park

Stepping to me, y'all like an ant to an aardvark

Arthur with his fist balled up, ready to swing

Sock 'em in the lip just to make 'em kiss the ring

Throw another couple punches just to really make it sting

Y'all ain't ready for the fire that I bring, Webby

Who the fuck let me outta the psych ward?

Who the fuck let me out the loony bin?

I turn into a monster soon as the mic on

You know I'm fucking crazy, let me do my thing

Better lock your doors and close your windows

'Cause big Merk's on the loose again

He's running round waving a loaded pistol

And he's drunk off of juice and gin

I'm losing my mind

I'm losing my mind

I'm losing my mind

I lost my mind

Murder On My Mind lyrics - Chris Webby

Christian Webster?

Ayy, yeah, that's me, how you doin' Doc?

I'm fine but we're here to talk about you

How are you feeling?

Good, I guess

Uh, I mean I do have these dark thoughts sometimes

Some anger

Hmm, go on

I don't think it's somethin' I should really talk about

It's a safe space here, Chris

I'm sure it's nothing I haven't heard before

You sure about that?

Come on, how bad could it be?

Well, alright

I just really wanna murder some people, is that okay?

Only when I get the urge

I'm not sayin' like every day

But this Ka-Bar knife and this axe have been askin' when we could play

And I explain the consequences and laws that stand in the way

But if not for that, I guess I'd be stakin' out your address

For two weeks, just learnin' your routines and your habits

When you take your morning jog and when you take your kids to practice

So the night you got the house to yourself, I'ma grab the hatchet

Sneak around the side door

Looks like you forgot to latch it

Cut the phones and WiFi so you don't do anything drastic

Walk into your room

I'm sorry I startled you on that mattress

But baby, we got some plans

I already picked out the casket

When I choose my means of murder, better hope it's a gun

But I've got options, you've got nowhere to run

The type of guy playin' Grand Theft Auto

Just runnin' people over for fun

Give me a sec' this'll be over and done

Because

There's nowhere to run to

There's nowhere to hide

When I got murder on my mind

'Cause I'ma hunt you

And when I find where you been at, I'ma creep behind

And then when I catch you

I'll take my time

'Cause I got murder on my mind

There's no one to save you

So dont be surpri—

I think we need to be done here

One sec', Doc, just a couple more things

I think somewhere in my body I've got a caged demon

Creepin' into my psyche when I be day dreamin'

I hear them blades screamin'

Ready to grab somebody, stab somebody

Get my mask all bloody like a Jason scene

And I've just got them dark thoughts

And they creepin' into my purview

That little voice inside of me wants nothin' more than to hurt you

I'll turn a person to worm food

With a type of method that will certainly disturb you

Creepin' out around curfew

No skeletons in my closet, they buried 'em back

Next to my shack

Wrapped in carpets and tarps

I've got a map of where I marked the shallow graves in which I left 'em to rest

So I could go and visit 'em in case I ever forget

A serial killer who's scrapin' off the serial numbers

Of the murder weapon I'm wieldin' when appearin' from under the fuckin' bed

And at that point, I'm sorry, you're fuckin' dead

I think something's off in my fuckin' head

But bitch

There's nowhere to run to

There's nowhere to hide

When I got murder on my mind

'Cause I'ma hunt you

And when I find where you been at, I'ma creep behind

And then when I catch you

I'll take my time

'Cause I got murder on my mind

There's no one to save you

So dont be surprised

When I got murder on my mind

You okay, Doc? You look like you seen a ghost

I'm gonna need you to leave my office immediately

There's nothing, nothing I can do to help you

W-w-w-wait, but-but

Just please, please leave

I won't tell anyone about this

Just please don't hurt me

Hurt you? Doc, they're just thoughts

Get out, just please, get the fuck out

You said this was a safe space

Please get the fuck out, just get out

Man, fuck therapy

Just please, please

Tony Soprano was right

Fuckin' last time I ever talk about my goddamn feelings

North Of Richmond (Remix) lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Oliver Anthony)

[Oliver Anthony:]

It's a damn shame what the world's gotten to

For people like me and people like you

Wish I could just wake up and it not be true

But it is, oh, it is

Livin' in the new world with an old soul

These rich men north of Richmond

Lord knows they all just want to have total control

[Chris Webby:]

Yeah, give me freedom or give me death

To that we pledge allegiances

We the people had enough it's time we aired our grievances

Against these treasonous demons so raise the alarm

'Cause the pigs have fully taken over on this animal farm

Don't know anymore

This world's gotten to cold to ignore

Shit, is it 2023 or 1984?

Thought Police up at my door to open fire on me but I'd rather

Die on my feet than survive on my knees and please

We know how they lookin' at us from up at the top

The tougher they made it for us

The fuckin' tougher we got

They thought they'd keep us scared forever but fuck it, we not

We'll send 'em back to north of Richmond in some cuffs or a box, bow

[Oliver Anthony:]

It's a damn shame what the world's gotten to

For people like me and people like you

Wish I could just wake up and it not be true

But it is, oh, it is

Livin' in the new world with an old soul

These rich men north of Richmond

Lord knows they all just want to have total control

[Chris Webby:]

Behind the politicians there's a far more sinister villain

That's power driven

Only answer to money is their religion

They controllin' the way that we livin'

Keepin' us mentally stuck in a prison

So that the fire they know is rebellion

Never can spread whenever it's risen

But they been seein' us wakin' up and now they fuckin' afraid

As we the people get to seein' through their fuckin' charade

We're bein' played by these elites who would rather see us enslaved

As they lead us by the hand where the lands dug with a grave

And they could kill our character through stories they publish

Or they'll just murder us and brand it a suicide to the public

Or an accidental overdose

Print the story, run it

Say it's facts so people trust it

Accept it and move on from it

But it's time to pick a side and get to strikin' a nerve

And anyway we're able I'm fightin' this fight with my words

And if they keep pushin' then fuck it, we incitin' the purge

And just to think all we wanted was the rights we deserve

[Oliver Anthony:]

It's a damn shame what the world's gotten to

For people like me and people like you

Wish I could just wake up and it not be true

But it is, oh, it is

Livin' in the new world with an old soul

These rich men north of Richmond

Lord knows they all just want to have total control

Wanna know what you think

Wanna know what you do

And they don't think you know but I know that you do

'Cause your dollar ain't shit and it's taxed to no end

'Cause the rich men north of Richmond

OG Now lyrics - Futuristic & Chris Webby

[Futuristic:]

Yo

Who really want smoke?

Oh, you really got jokes, yeah

Nah nah I'm off that now, I'ma keep it low prof'

I don't do this to boast, it's more for the quotes

Not talking 'bout bread, I got me a loaf

Talking 'bout everything that I've been doing to help all the youngins to prosper and grow

Everything changed up, hate's not in me

Jealousy and envy's not pretty

It breeds all through my city

Rappers out here acting all kitty

Pussy-footing, that's in other words

That's enough here for all of us

It's okay when you fall on your face, just take it with grace, it's okay you can call me up

And it go like

"Hello?"

"Whatssup?"

"You need it, I got it"

"We can go half on the profit

Everyone talking do all of that barking but never produce a market of a product

I got a lot of this shit, no it didn't come easy but I'll get you some shit you ain't thought of

Put some respect on my name, I've been doing this thing since before half you niggas was brought up"

They call me a OG now, so don't be surprised if I peace out

I'm talking 'bout 10 years tourin', and I think I'ma take me another route

I think that I might take your mother out

This my family, I'm taking your brother out

Coming at me you might as well cut it out

And they know I'm a OG now

They call me a OG now, so don't be surprised if I peace out

I'm talking 'bout 10 years doin' this, and I think I'ma take me another route

I think that I might take your mother out

This my family, I'm taking your brother out

Coming at me you might as well cut it out

And they know I'm a OG now

[Chris Webby:]

Been gettin' many streams, and then some

I tripled my streams of income

All while I see all these young rappers like me, it's been done

I'm an OG to these cheap knockoffs of me that I see

I'll use my freedom of speech, so bitch just read 'em and weep

Yeah, I just call 'em how I see 'em, now they all up in the DMs

From the AM to the PM, in the office through the weekend

I ain't tryna be a hater, shit, I'm good, I got my paper

All I'm stating to these clones is I'm no father, call me Vader

Been in this game so long, that I lost my count

Over 10 years, I ain't fall off, no drought

Seen 'em come, seen 'em go, seen 'em all stall out

And I'm still right here, better walk them out

Before I catch me a body with verbal karate

I'm probably the sickest Corona and body

With Encephalitis, no vaccine can stop me

So stick to your raps as a hobby

(Rah)

[Futuristic:]

They call me a OG now, so don't be surprised if I peace out

I'm talking 'bout 10 years tourin', and I think I'ma take me another route

I think that I might take your mother out

This my family, I'm taking your brother out

Coming at me you might as well cut it out

And they know I'm a OG now

They call me a OG now, so don't be surprised if I peace out

I'm talking 'bout 10 years doin' this, and I think I'ma take me another route

I think that I might take your mother out

This my family, I'm taking your brother out

Coming at me you might as well cut it out

And they know I'm a OG now

Oh Boy lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Busta Rhymes)

[Chris Webby:]

Oh, boy

Yeah, we got 'em like

Oh, boy

Webby, ay, ay

You better listen when I come through (Check, one-two)

It's nun' new

Couple loose screws, uncut and unglued

And when I bust through, what the fuck is you gon' do? (What?)

And if they want war I've been studyin' Sun Tzu

I hold true

That's like fuckin' with Goku

An ice cold killer, veins poppin' a cold brew

I told you all the shit that I had to go through

Is why my legacy is what they givin' a toast to (Baow)

So give me that money direct

Fuck it, I'll double the bet

Better go shop for the deck

Y'all better cover the debt

Or a friendly game will turn to WWF

Cover the jugular when I run up and come for your neck (Kill 'em all)

I don't mean this shit literally

More like a figure of speech

How I be killin' these beats

And I be killin' emcee's 'til they admitted defeat

Then I go hit the repeat

I'm a boss so I throw a big pussy off the boat

With laps to go

Like Jacques Cousteau

Then wipe the prints and vámanos

Cut 'em up with the chopper flow

Mop the floor with 'em

Bitch, you better lock the door and then

Baow, kick the motherfucker back down

Bitch, you better fuckin' back down

Fuckin' with Webb and Bust, get a smack down

Better sit your ass down

Don't you ever disrespect this

Yeah, we the ones you never wanna mess with

Goin' all off script so motherfuckers setless

Eat your breakfast

Break your motherfuckin' neck, bitch (What?)

(Break your motherfuckin' neck)

Like oh, boy (Oh, boy, oh, boy)

Boy, oh, boy, I'm on that shit again when they listenin'

Yeah, we got 'em like oh, boy (Oh, boy, oh, boy)

Boy, oh, boy, I'm goin' sick again

When they listenin', they don't want it with us

Ayo, Bust

Show these motherfuckers what time it is

[Busta Rhymes:]

Slide to the right, let me move to the center

And I come and eat your food and I come and eat your dinner

And I been up in the gym, you know I got a little bigger

And I make your wife leave you when I know you won't forget it (Sh-sh-sh)

Damn right, better know I'm comin' right back

Let me proceed, you don't want it with me?

Hit 'em when you see me

Take away that watch and bag if I was like that

Give me room to breathe

You don't want it with me, [?] (Uh, uh)

Put 'em all to sleep

Give 'em all a little night cap

Let a brother weave another champagne spiller

See the way they run, better know we gotta fight back

When you know we done just put that statue on the pillar (Where my money?)

Everytime I come and then I give it to the people

And I burst your little bubble

And I spit a little evil

And I hurt your little muscles

And I shoot the bullets equal

You don't really wanna tussle when I hit you with the lethal

Smile every single time around me

You know I gotta shine

Yes, you know I'm gonna hit you off (Hit you off)

And they love the way I grind and I know it really piss you off (Piss you off)

And while you thinkin' you the shit

Everybody sayin', "Bitch, you soft" (Bitch, you soft)

Better know who you really fuckin' with

[Chris Webby:]

Don't you ever disrespect this

Yeah, we the ones you never wanna mess with

Goin' all off script so motherfuckers setless

Eat your breakfast

Break your motherfuckin' neck, bitch (What?)

(Break your motherfuckin' neck)

Like oh, boy (Oh, boy, oh, boy)

Boy, oh, boy, I'm on that shit again when they listenin'

Yeah, we got 'em like oh, boy (Oh, boy, oh, boy)

Boy, oh, boy, I'm goin' sick again

When they listenin', they don't want it with us

One Of One lyrics - Chris Webby

I been around that block so many times

There ain't nothing I ain't seen

Tough breaks, hard knocks, still I pull myself back up

I string bootstrap seams

Every war I've ever fought in, every scar I've got

Is just another cut to clean

They can rap like, act like, try to fill my shoes

But they just ain't me, no they not like me

Yeah, listen I am one of one, uh

Baddest up under the sun

Quick on the trigger, a son of a gun

Ready to fight till the battle is done

Taking the hard road as it comes

Like a narco on the run

Keeping it low, probe as it goes

The only things on low were the funds

But I been swindled and victim to thievery

From the same people who said they believed in me

But this the motherfucking rap game

The snakes are just part of the scenery

I went from barely breaking evenly

To making it right where I need to be

Competing against what I've already done

'Cause ain't nobody left to compete with me

I been betrayed by plenty of rats

The proof is the knife scars on my back

I wear 'em with pride like one of my tats

And a reminder to where I been at

'Cause I been down flat, I been flat broke

Tryna bounce back when I'm past hope

But I pushed through and I still do

Till my soundtrack's on its last note

I been around that block so many times

There ain't nothing I ain't seen

Tough breaks, hard knocks, still I pull myself back up

I string bootstrap seams

Every war I've ever fought in, every scar I've got

Is just another cut to clean

They can rap like, act like, try to fill my shoes

But they just ain't me, no they not like me

Earned me my place on the roster

Studied and played this shit proper

Taking the highs and the lows as it goes

To the point that it's straining my chakras

Stayed true in a game of impostors

Sipping some Jamo and vodka

Seeing this new generation unfold

As I'm sitting back, feeling like Dre in The Watcher

Witness 'em hustle for clout

Acting all arrogant, running they mouth

Saying that they putting on for a culture

Whose history they don't know nothing about

And maybe I'm just getting older and grumpy

Or stuck in my ways and stuck in my house

And reaching a point where I oughta say fuck it

I'm done with this, pack it all up and be out

Don't mean to sound bitter, I know that I'm hating

But I survived through so many generations

I don't give a fuck about who's in rotation

Or where shit is headed, I know where the game been

And I'll still be standing while most of 'em fading

From memory, let it be known I'll be chasing

A legacy while they just chasing they tails

And I will prevail, I guess what I'm saying is

I been around that block so many times

There ain't nothing I ain't seen

Tough breaks, hard knocks, still I pull myself back up

I string bootstrap seams

Every war I've ever fought in, every scar I've got

Is just another cut to clean

They can rap like, act like, try to fill my shoes

But they just ain't me, no they not like me

Pray For My Soul lyrics - Chris Webby

So pray for my soul

It all comes crashin' down

All around, uh

Ridin' the high 'til I'm all strung out

But for now

If you were to ask me how I'm doin'

I would say that I'm on top of the globe

As I take it all and bottle it

And pop it on the way to the show

So it goes, uh

Save me from my open wounds, yeah

Make me someone else

I got danger in my veins

So someone save me from myself

So pray for my soul one last time

I'm starting to feel like I'm not alright

So pray for my soul when the sins won't wash away no more (No more)

So pray for my soul one last time

I'm starting to feel like I'm not alright

So pray for my soul when the sins won't wash away no more (No more)

I still keep chasin' it with the devil followin' closely

As I got older thought things would change

But ain't no escapin' the old me

Told myself that I'd quit these drugs

First time that I almost OD'd

Here I am almost twenty years later

Lookin' at myself in the mirror with a nosebleed

So pray for me and my soul

Whatever it takes for me to feel hope

'Cause I just can't shake the demons I hold

The habits I have, the things that I know

Are probably gon' kill me one day but I

Light a cigarette, watch it all pass by

Seein' all my friends gettin' married, havin' kids

Growin' up while I'm still at the crib gettin' high, uh

Save me from my open wounds, yeah

Make me someone else

I got danger in my veins

So someone save me from myself

So pray for my soul one last time

I'm starting to feel like I'm not alright

So pray for my soul when the sins won't wash away no more

So pray for my soul one last time

I'm starting to feel like I'm not alright

So pray for my soul when the sins won't wash away no more (No more)

So pray for my soul one last time

I'm starting to feel like I'm not alright

So pray for my soul when the sins won't wash away no more (No more)

So pray for my soul

Quarantine (Freeverse) lyrics - Chris Webby

I been goin' crazy

Locked up in my room

Netflix gon' save me

Quarantine my house

Ain't riskin' my safety

Isolated from the world

But, shit, maybe

We all gone a little crazy

Crazy, yeah

No disrespect to my fans

But no I am not tryna shake your hand

If you wanna see me, see me on the 'Gram

Goin' on live, eatin' from a can

Watchin' reruns, Sopranos seasons

Would do it anyway, now I got a reason

But honestly, I promise that

When it's all done

I'll see y'all then, in 2021

Eh, maybe '22

Shit, watchu gonna do?

Feelin' like an animal livin' in a zoo

My friends text me, I'm like, "Don't come through"

Yeah, I'm livin' like a loser

Only hang with my producer

Maneuver outta the way of any commuter

Fuck takin' Uber, I even updated

The virus protection programs up on my computer

I already told my lady if we doin' it

We'll be usin' hand sani for a lubricant

I'm fuckin' losin' it

"How could you make a joke about a damn pandemic, Chris?"

Pft, have a sense of humor, bitch

I'm just tryna lighten the mood

Yo, I ain't tryna be rude

I'm not the motherfucker writin' the news

I'm that guy up at the grocery who's buyin' the food

And fillin' up his fuckin' cabinet, entirely soup

I'm the class clown, only with some gloves and a mask, now

Ain't no joints here gettin' passed round

Limit the threat, gimme a test, gimme a pat-down

Stuck in a house with my roommate Pat now

JP pull up with Purell

Hope he's not sick, but shit, we can't tell

So we stayin' at a social distance

It's really not hard when your whole existence

Is either on tour or I'm home alone or on the phone

I mean, honestly, I've been known to go

Mad days in a row, no human contact

Netflix chillin' in my room, I'm on that

And that was all before an epidemic

It's still the same shit just with more disinfectant

Not to be malicious or unsympathetic

But all jokes aside, I just hope I don't get it

I been goin' crazy

Locked up in my room

Netflix gon' save me

Quarantine my house

Ain't riskin' my safety

Isolated from the world

But, shit, maybe

We all gone a little crazy

Crazy, yeah

Yeah, Webby

Until further notice

Stay the fuck away from me man!

And wash those fuckin' hands

Yeah

JP, cut that shit, man

Chris Webby other songs:

 

Raw Thoughts II lyrics - Chris Webby

Webby

Here we are my friends

It's time for me to lift my mighty pen

These rhyme schemes leave crime scenes, and it's that time again

Welcome to the Colosseum, go and take a seat

Cuz I'm that gladiator that you all been waitin' to see

See I got the taste for blood and now I'm back for more

Webby call 'em out just like I'm rappin' Michael Rapaport

And if society don't handle 'em, I'll be the last resort

Verbal executioner, my bars committing act of war

And if you give me ammunition then you will not be forgiven

You hear me Harvey Weinstein, there will be no omission

All the statements that I make while I'm sonnin' you from a distance

All the times that you masturbaed in front of your assistants

All that fuckin' power so you used it and abused it

Shit, ya homie Bill Clinton probably taught you how to do it

I'm ruthless, Harvey, get to steppin' back

You look like the cockroach wearing human skin in Men in Black

Killin' people's what I got a voice for

Ever since Roy Moore was lookin' for love in toy stores

I been on it

And baby we just startin off

It's Chris Webby and you know I got the rawest thoughts

Bill O'Reilly says he's sorry but really none of us buy it

You can't pay me off like all of those women to keep me quiet

Who cares if he denies it, I'll still come for him

Cuz gettin' fired just wasn't enough for him

So now I gotta fuck wit em

I'll teach that old prick to treat women with respect

When I jam a pair of stainless steel scissors in his neck

You're the opposite of the reason that chicks are gettin' wet

Your over 60 with a forehead so big it could reflect

The suns rays and provide solar power to a country

Old, gross, and crusty, out-dated, and rusty

Out of shape and husky

You know how to tell if Bill O'Reilly's near?

When you hear a woman scream "Don't touch me!"

And now George Bush is grabbin' womens' asses

I'll take that wheelchair and push him right in front of traffic

And fuck your whole corrupt elite family tree

Shit, we gone let all of these Americans see

Aw, what you gonna do W, start a war with me?

Lick your lips a bunch of times and give a poorly worded speech

Shit, I'll knock off Jeb's glasses and stomp 'em under my feet

Fight me cuz of Billy, and I'll grab em by the pussy

Yea I hit so hard I leave a damn crater

Shit, I just cut through all the Bush's like a landscaper

I'm who the fans favor

I'll let R. Kelly piss on them and then proceed to towel them off with sandpaper

Oh that's right Robert Kelly, you'll be easy to fry

I'll throw him off a cliff, cuz shit, he believes he can fly

He's as creepy as the rest, he just the best pretender

"I'm the world's greatest"

World's greatest what? Sex offender?

And XXXtentacion, I don't even know if that's the right pronunciation

But, whatever his name is, however you say it

Shit I read the full reports and now I get why your hated

What you did to that girl, shit you should hate yourself

Sit and take an L, tighten that choker, asphyxiate yourself

Legally, you're probably screwed

Her story's just to fuckin detailed not to be true

But all you doin is complain X

We see you crackin cuz of the hate X

Dang X, that's just what comes along with the fame X

Like shitty skaters who aren't built for the game X

X-Games, got a pen game that could flame X

Shame X, in this food chain I'm the apex

So in your emotions it looks like you fucking take X

We are not the same X

I threw the newest iPhone out the fucking window just because that shit was named X

There, throw that in your blogs

When I was like 11 maybe I met Kevin Spacey

He was hella rapey, tryna convince me to gettin' nakey

He was drunk and wanted me to go and sit up in his van

So I did it, I'll admit it, as a kid I was a fan

But then he tried to touch me

I'm lucky I had shit on me, that Swiss Army

He went to grab my dick I stabbed his arm

He started bleeding all over the center console

He rushed outta the car and then he tripped over a pothole

Kicked him in his head until his ears bled

Then I kept on kicking him until he appeared dead

Then I hopped up in the driver's seat and went and put his whip in drive

Ran him over, backed it up, and then repeated it like fifty times

Webby kill with rhymes, you see that is just my skill set

You do some shit that I don't like, you'll end up on my list next

I stomp on all these insects, with sick interests

Who infest society, now who shall I rip next?

Ah yes, Bill Cosby, oh this one'll be tough

Cosby Show was my shit, why did you fuck that all up?

If what they say is true, and you were fuckin' chicks that's knocked out on the very same Quaaludes you gave them, that's rape dude

C'mon Bill you shoulda known better

When I heard that shit I went and threw out all my old sweaters

And we don't really gotta make this shit a whole lecture

Someone drag him out back and put down this Old Yeller

And Subway Jared, now it's your turn to get murked

Out of this whole list of shitty people, you are the worst

I hope that jail food makes you get fat again

And you get so depressed, that every time you see your wrists you think of slashin them

You thinkin back to the days of that footlong diet

All that money and the fame

What you wanted, you could buy it

Shit, you had it all, all you had to do was eat sandwiches

But when there's kiddie porn on your drive, how quick it vanishes

Irreversable damages, so now you're in the system

And I really hope someones been making you their bitch in prison

Nah fuck that, I hope somebody kills you

That was not a punchline I hope somebody fucking kills you

And Ted Cruz, it's time for round number 2

I know you're not a sex offender but I mean, fuck you

Just for being you, you and that face that I wanna bruise

I'll mention you on every single Raw Thoughts that I do, bitch

See I been leveling up from a dope rapper

To Jeff Ross status, they call me the roastmaster

Don't hold back, I attack on these raps

So tightly packed full of little lyrical gems

That you gotta replay the track

On top of my game and still ascending

I'll I see is fire emojis up in my mentions

I'll I hear is fans saying "Webby's on that shit again"

And all I know is a whole lot more people are listening

But when people have it coming I can't help but to say shit

Only if they deserve it, those are my Rules of Engagement

Plus it's fun for me to write it, for you it is entertainment

So fuck the whole world, I'm reloaded and dangerous

Droppin' every Wednesday for this whole year

Ain't no motherfucker that's like me up on this whole sphere

We call Earth, until dearth, I live life with no fear

Coming after everything you hold dear

Raw Thoughts

These motherfucking Raw Thoughts

Fuck Everybody

I'm Out

Yea

Raw Thoughts III lyrics - Chris Webby

Yeah

You should've just not said shit bro

Why you gotta make me do this?

This muppet baby must be fuckin' crazy, now what's the hatin' about

You're the last person on Earth that should have my name in their mouth

Yeah, publicity is cool, but I'm not aimin' for clout

This for the love of the game that I'm gon' be takin' you out

See the utter disrespect that you've been showin' to the game

Should not be tolerated, I mean, really it's insane

First you shittin' on a legend, now you bringin' up my name

So, uh, fuck your bitch and the clique you claim

That's real rap, so I'ma have this lil' clown wishin'

He never said shit to a dude who's about spittin'

This emo transgender is 'bout to be found missin'

You look like Chelsea Clinton with Down Syndrome

You're the kid at school that tested positive for lice

Hard to argue when I'm right, fuck your comments and your likes

You ain't rockin' any mics, fuckin' awkward little dyke

Cut your 15 minutes short with what I'm droppin' on sight

You were talkin' like you were the fuckin' man, Diego

But when I tweeted "Battle", you just ran, Diego, Goddamn, Diego

Thought you Cali cats were tough but you just bury your fuckin' head in the sand, Diego

Damn, 'cause once you realized you fucked with a sick spitter

You tucked your tail quick, gave up and just quit Twitter

I was gonna let it go but you went and ran that lip again

You forced my hand, you should never do that shit again

'Cause listen, you are like a cancer

To the game as a whole, I'm the answer

I'll make this little cry baby wet his Pampers

I smell pussy, is that you Xandra?

And it's clear to everyone on Twitter this shit is botherin' you

Your whole argument is your pop, and in that logic is true

But you've been here for like what, eight or nine months?

I've been here for a decade, I'm like a father to you

I see you're havin' a moment, but a moment'll never last

But you're young, you don't get it, I promise it'll pass

You ain't built to withstand the test of time

You're a fad, I'm a real MC with real rhymes

And I know that deep down this shit is eatin' you at night

You can't beat me on a mic, couldn't beat me in a fight

And since I don't have scribble scrabble tatted on my face

It's pretty safe to say I'm also beatin' you at life

How you think your face is gonna look in 20 years?

Like shit, I just want to make that fuckin' clear

When the world has forgotten you and your rap career

What you gonna do then, you little half-a-queer?

'Cause we all wanna see this sped lose

Xany listen, you're as likable as Ted Cruz

Cameraman turned rapper, I'm a rapper who's always been a rapper

Since you've been suckin' your mother's tit, I've been killin' rappers

What is you doing?

You look like a fuckin' Hot Topic store that evolved into a human

Abuse him, he's already playin' the victim because he's weak

Only bars he got are in his prescription

Why the fuck would you select me as an enemy?

Your whole team should've warned you not to mention me

Killin' people on the mic is like my specialty

What the fuck did you think? That I would let it be?

This lil' junkie's brain must be slowed down from drugs

With a bunch of yes men all around him 'cause

I'll fuckin' end you, Xan's runnin' out of luck

Every person on the web said your album sucks

You do one song with Diplo and think you're the shit, yo?

No one over 15 thinks that you're sick, bro

We think you're killin' rap and you're killin' yourselves

So seek help, 'cause those pills'll diminish your health

But shit man, if you don't wanna be alive, I won't force you

Here, I'll even crush a couple Percocets for you

Roll up the 20 and let you OD

This a war on drugs, one less Xan on the streets

Goddamn, let this be a lesson to the younger cats

Show respect, know your place, have some fuckin' class

Y'all can go and make your weird fuckin' mumble rap

But if you diss some legends, we won't tolerate your fuckin' trash

This a moment for the hip-hop heads

A reminder to the world that hip-hop's not dead

Yeah I'm puttin' on for the real rappers tonight

And pop a Lil' Xan like I'm try'na nap on a flight

Raw thoughts

Sorry about that, Diego

Ya know, this is what I do

Know your fuckin' place

Bye now

Raw Thoughts VI lyrics - Chris Webby

Ahh, here we are again

I wish I didn't have to keep writin' these songs

I really do

Let me warm up real quick

Another time, another year

Another chance to remind these rappers why I am who they fear

If we're bein' honest I've been gettin' tired of it here

Now it's time to say goodbye and have me sign your souvenirs

'Cause this Wednesday's the last one (Really?)

It's a wrap son

Seven year album rollout and then when that's done

I ain't really got a plan for what be comin' next

But before I dip, you know I— got a couple left

Get it off my chest and climb press

All in an eloquent way

If you don't move you might be catchin' a stray

Low-key, 'lotta rappers bitin' Webby these days

I'm a proud dad, who am I to get in the way?

Of all my sons I gave life to, look at 'em run

Feels like yesterday I taught 'em to walk

Now they become so big since I showed 'em how this shit could be done

Why would I ask for flowers in a game that's given me none?

I'm so independent I make independent rappers look dependent (Facts)

I birthed the business model

Other people took the credit

So get your shit straight

I've been around since DatPiff mixtapes

This ain't fuckin' clickbait

When I'm on the road I'm who they payin' to see

Night after night, year after year

Remainin' to be one of the coldest emcee's, undebated indeed

They try but can't replicate bein' as crazy as me

An OG in the game full of puppies and I'm Cujo

Yeah, they got some monthly's

They ain't packin' rooms though

They don't know the cypher's where I grew up payin' dues

They'll never fit in my shoes

They'll never do what I do, so

'Til the government'll get to killin' me already

What the fuck you waitin' on?

I told you Hillary, I'm ready (I'm ready)

But shit, until they get me we gon' ride it higher now

With the bars, yeah, it's lookin' like the Irish side of town

And my— minds derailed like all the damn trains these days

Got me afraid of the rain these days

But the Ukraine these days

Yeah, that's what they want us watchin'

Instead of chemical fires and clouds of dioxins

Vinyl chloride killin' with the drizzle droppin'

Breathe in or eatin' food seeped in toxins

Contaminate our crops and the water that we wash in

And tell you that's it's safe, they some lyin' motherfuckers

Now it's just another cover up

Really, I mean what the fuck?

All these black rock motherfuckers tryna come for us

Maybe we should come for them

Loadin' like the muzzle up

Pour some Ohio tap water and fill 'em up a cup

Straight from East Palestine

Make 'em all swallow it

And drive 'em to their first visit to the oncologist

Two years later when the tumors all surfaced

Just to look 'em in the eyes and tell 'em that they deserve it

We got Klaus Schwab, Bill Gates

All these damn serpents

And society lyin' like they aren't tryin' to hurt us

They'll poison us for profit

They've been trimmin' down our population

Evil is the occupation with the great reset prepped

And on deck, sheep followin' sheep

Our country's fallin' apart, Biden's fallin' asleep

They put our rights up on the market and they bought 'em for cheap

While sellin' fear through propaganda then they wash and repeat, and see

They tell a boy he's a girl, no he's not he's eight

That I will not debate, let alone tolerate

All these genders nowadays

How do we accommodate?

Most of us are just confused

Why y'all gotta call it hate? (Why?)

Cancelling is all the rage

Sanity been tossed away

Kids identifyin' as animals and we call 'em brave

But fuck that, I don't care if it's my kid or not

DCF can have 'em if they shittin' in a litter box (Meow)

Did you get boosted? Well Charlie Puth did

All these shots fuckin' with hearts like Cupid

They sellin' souls to the pharmacist

Takin' blood money and suckin' Big Pharma's dick

But listen, that could never be Webby

I'd rather die a Martyr

Than be a motherfuckin' hashtag Pfizer partner

And I'm not sayin' that you're stupid if you're vaxxed though

Mr. Fiasco, all I'm sayin' is I am smarter

I know that I'm a fire starter but I tried

To tell 'em all in Raw Thoughts V

But let me add, if you got it against your will

For a job that'll pay your bills

Then your bosses should be in jail and your doctors should all be killed

And I'm sorry, that's how I feel

But they were followin' orders

You know who else was followin' orders? Nazi supporters (Yikes)

Fuck all the employers, whoever forcin' their staff to bein' forced with a jab

For a flu that they probably already had

To keep a job that gives 'em all that they have

Free country? How the fuck are we even callin' it that?

Is it like some sick joke? Is it all for a laugh?

Have we truly reached a point that were too lost to get back?

Are we body positive? Is it fine to be fat?

It's actually healthy according to some scientists stats

But look, Nestle is the company supplyin' the facts

That's a conspiracy and I'm just not subscribing to that

So get your tin foil hat and never come back again

Racist colonizer, I will never play your tracks again

'Til you say sorry for bein' white

Not that again

How you blamin' me for slavery? Shit, I'm Italian

Only on your mother's side, see, you just fucking lied

Shut the fuck up, yo, damn, let me fuckin' slide

Not gettin' cancelled already has been a bumpy ride

You expect me to run and hide? Never that

I be Ivermectin with it

Yeah, I gave 'em the remedy

Hit the game with the recipe

Did it safe and effectively

Saw the Grim Reaper just a couple paces ahead of me

But we cut a side deal and dug a grave for my enemies

And the thing about the truth is (What?)

They don't let us see

And the thing about the proof is (What?)

They keep it from me

While the thing about the news is (What?)

It's made for dummies

And the thing about the Jews is (Uhhhh)

Wait, did my song censor itself?

Aw, great, now they'll say I'm antisemitic as well, its alright

And make sure my records never will sell

Say what you will about 'em yo but shit, they clever as hell

Jesus Christ folks, are we at the point where as a white guy I gotta ask if it's fine if I make a white joke? (Come on)

A little extra mayonnaise up on the side joke? (Why not?)

A little I don't get pulled over when I drive joke? (Come on)

Lighten up people, we ain't so different

The two teams now are the compliers and the dissidents

So pick a side, ain't no time for you to sit the fence

Say, "Fuck this", refuse to be a participant

Awake yourself from the cloud of cognitive dissonance

Conspiracies are comin' true, it's no coincidence

The ones with power bankin' on us stayin' ignorant

That's why they hate us when we give a shit

So listen, 'cause if everybody gave a shit at once

Then their game would all be done

If the people united against the few that run the planet

We would take 'em in a month

I don't know what would come after

After all I'm just a rapper

Tryna spread truth while I'm still on Earth

And sometimes with the truth, that shit gon' hurt

Last Wednesday bitch, but before I dip off

I got some people that I gotta piss off first, Webby

Raw Thoughts (Fuck Ted Cruz too)