Fill A Book lyrics - Chris Webby

I'm not the author of destiny

I'm just followin' it

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

I've learned things

I've forgotten others that contradict it

And what I still don't know

Could fill a novel with it

But I'm keepin' my antenna in tune

A millennial whom always knew to never assume

Known to question every lesson when I step in the room

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

Tryna make it through the temple of doom we call life

So far, so off right

I'm tryna make it to a higher plane

Hop in the plane and take flight

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

To the best of my abilities

Seekin' out some synergy

While they be tellin' us that we livin' free

But is it free or is it me? I disagree

Nothin' comes without a hidden fee

Listen

We all here spinnin' on the globe

Searchin' for some kind of meanin'

Even note that, uh

As far as the literature go

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

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

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

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

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

By the standard definition I am educated

Along with faded, elevated, highly medicated

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

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

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

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

Tryna live above it even if I gotta interrupt it

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

You need people like me

History's known to show it

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

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

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

The world is so ferocious

Still, it's spinnin' though

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

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

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

We all here spinnin' on the globe

Searchin' for some kind of meanin'

Even note that, uh

As far as the literature go

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

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

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

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

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

Fine Wine lyrics - Chris Webby

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

It's over when I'm on it

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

I got five on it

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

Everything the light touches is sayin mine on it

Slide on it like a water park, ride on it

Acid in my headband, kiss the sky on it

Treating beats like John Belushi

Countertops with all these lines on it

Aim for the top and I keep my eyes on it

I'm an animal on everything like echo shirts

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

The way I write, I consider it academic work

An extra terrestrial being that was sent to earth

Just a kick in the doors

Deliver you more rhymes than you could ever write

Plus they're slicker than yours

Don't wanna co-sign me? cool

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

Rockin Tim's with the tongue out

Smoke till I bug out

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

Rookie of the year, lighting bogies in the dugout

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

So you better get the fuck out here

Words hazey in my mind but they come out clear

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

I'm bout to pitch a shut out

I'll come at anyone out here

So bitch you better keep your head low

Do it side I said so, retro

Reppin for New England like I'm Bledsoe

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

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

Yo

See Web the one your lady look for

Jesse Pinkman of the game but I cook more

Yank a cop up out his drivers seat full force

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

Call it pulled pork

Was just a myspace rapper, till I broke through

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

Used to pop molly every week, I was so loose

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

Left that bullshit in the past, and went Goku

Super Sayan till I got a mansion with a dope view

Shit this beat is cold, juice

Got that fresh produce

Turn the studio into a wholefoods

So shit you better get a medical check

I'm so sick, when I spit

Every syllable I said will infect your whole body

Immune system sensing a threat

It's imminent, yes

My excellence ahead of the rest

Untouchable, like Elliot Nest

See Webby fines

I'm benching, negative press

While I'm flexing my chest

A super human mutant, go give my genetics a test

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

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

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

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

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

Been underground

But imma dig the fuck up now

Bout to show em what the fucks up now, yeah

I've been underground

But imma dig the fuck up now

Bout to show em what the fucks up

Fine Wine baby

Time keeps on ticking

We can't worry bout those minutes leaving

I'm grown up and I'm living decent

But I'm gonna touch the sky

Time goes by

Keeps on ticking away

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

Fine wine baby

Fire In My Blood lyrics - Chris Webby

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

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

So here I am as an honest man

Just me, myself and I won't leave

They could slap my hand but still I stand

For the promised land so watch me bleed

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

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

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

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

Only to protect myself

Gotta have that weapon shelf

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

The demons running this planet have got the devils help

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

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

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

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

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

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

Claiming dope but got a ghostwriting all of it, rappers

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

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

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

So here I am as an honest man

Just me, myself and I won't leave

They could slap my hand but still I stand

For the promised land so watch me bleed

(I got fire in my blood)

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

But if that shit don't leave me deceased

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

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

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

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

And more important than if I win or I fucking lose

Is that I'm spilling your blood too

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

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

Blackballed from the game, this pariah became

A fucking pressure-cooked diamond through the fire and flames

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

It feels like home, the echoes in the hallway grow

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

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

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

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

So here I am as an honest man

Just me, myself and I won't leave

They could slap my hand but still I stand

For the promised land so watch me bleed

I got fire in my blood

I got fire in my blood so watch me bleed

I got fire in my blood

I got fire in my blood so watch me bleed

(I got fire in my blood)

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

FSU lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Ekoh)

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

Kick the fuckin' door down through the wall and frame

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

But so what? (So what?)

We gon' fuck shit up

Reportin' live from the fuck-up hall of fame

Hard to believe through it all, how far we came

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

But so what? (So what?)

We gon' fuck shit up

Yo, my rhyme pad looking' like an Anarchist Cookbook

Troubled youth, pushin' every button I could push

Never been concerned about the money and good looks

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

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

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

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

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

This for the ones who took the lonliest road

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

But always was told not everything that glitters is gold

But that's because they hold the gold

Now we take for our own

And so we infiltrate the system

Destroy it and then rebuild

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

From the gutter, we've been bonded in blood

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

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

Kick the fuckin' door down through the wall and frame

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

But so what? (So what?)

We gon' fuck shit up

Reportin' live from the fuck-up hall of fame

Hard to believe through it all, how far we came

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

But so what? (So what?)

We gon' fuck shit up

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

Never understood, I could feel the doubt cast

By the whole class as a kid but I found that

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

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

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

Blew up in my city and every city around that

And brought the motherfuckin' ruckus anywhere the crowns at

See, this one is for the kids in detention

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

Who gettin' hasseled and bullied until they live with depression

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

I'll never leave an impression

That's what his teachers would tell him

And gave him medicine but really he just needed direction

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

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

So go sick, Go nuts

We don't give no fucks

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

Tear it down, tear it up

Make it loud, no guts

No motherfuckin' glory when that road gets rough

We gon' roll through, Ride out

No rules, wild out

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

Run it up, run the route

Run amuck, run 'em out

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

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

Through the hurricanes and the flood rains I fought

No love, no law, unplugged, all raw

And the ice in my veins is too cold to thaw

Outlast, out live, out match, out did

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

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

And we came here to fuck up shit

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

Kick the fuckin' door down through the wall and frame

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

But so what? (So what?)

We gon' fuck shit up

Reportin' live from the fuck-up hall of fame

Hard to believe through it all, how far we came

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

But so what? (So what?)

We gon' fuck shit up

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

[Chris Webby:]

Yeah

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

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

Z's, please, weed, trees, dope

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

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

Faded from tasting these flavors through vapor and smoke

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

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

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

Critical thinking, chronic pumps through the veins and my blood

Smoking it all, never wasted a bud

Then I'm GPSing straight to the plug

[Alandon:]

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

Pass around in rotation, one by one

But when it run low, no worries, I know

Just who to call when we need to get more

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

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

[Smoke DZA:]

Foot on throats

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

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

We different fellas

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

Different pedigree, different repertoire

I'm all up in the sound, get involved

Cookie packs like Pepperidge Farm

I gave 'em one a time in Lebanon

GMO, dosey dose, package every one, one

Hold up, look

Iceberg, big baby ride clean

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

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

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

Really

[Alandon:]

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

Pass around in rotation, one by one

But when it run low, no worries, I know

Just who to call when we need to get more

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

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

[B-Real:]

Have another one if you need one

If you run out, come see Doctor Green Thumb

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

Come too late, might be on vacay

On a jet, mile high in the cloud bank

Got a set later on at the South Bank

Got a twelve pack ready, call it pre-rolled

Backstage blown out, tranquilo

Look at me though, got tons, no kilos

No blunts, no freeloads

No boof, no egos

Set the roof on fire, amigo

One love, get it legal

One foot for the people

One flood, no equal

Got love for the eagle

Make room for the sequel

Insane with the B-Low

Got it lit, dab hit on the transcript

I'm so keyed up like a habit

Make it all mine, never had shit

Take it all in, better grab it

Never let it go when you have it

Set it all off like I planned it

I know some can't understand it

Get the bag, man, run off like a bandit

[Alandon:]

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

Pass around in rotation, one by one

But when it run low, no worries, I know

Just who to call when we need to get more

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

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

One more time!

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

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

GOTTI lyrics - Chris Webby

Nobodies gotta look over their shoulder here

Just tell your [?] to stay calm

Don't you ever fuckin' believe that anyone

Anyone, anywhere is gonna fuck with us

Yeah, I shot for the top like Gotti

Uh, Armand Assante

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

Gabagool with the prosciutt' and salami (Woo)

They'll sleep with the fishes like Bratzi

Down with the baccala, I don't mean Bobby

Dressed to the nines in my custom Armani

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

Luppertazi senior

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

Follow my procedure and take 'em to the cleaners

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

Step in the room like Caesar

Ice cold Frank Carbone in the freezer

Take my side bitch out on the yacht

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

I'm writin' that Mario Puzo

Chef in the kitchen, the Artie, the Bucco

Fillin' my plate with the crew at Versuvio

Piece in the pishadoo for any cuneo

[?] Barzini, who creep up but greedy

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

That's why I be movin' discreetly

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

Shot for the top like Gotti

Mob out with a mob like Rocky

Uh, duckin' the Federales

Name ringin' bells like a hotel lobby

Shot for the top like Gotti

Yeah, I shot for the top like Gotti

Drop top and duckin' the Federales

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

Follow the way of Carlito (Carlito)

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

Got it easy, pass up in the whip

So they can't do me like Santino, listen

Evadin' the RICO in Vegas and Reno casino's

The payout is primo

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

The Paulie Sorvino's and Carlo Gambino's

Sayin' we a bunch of crooks

And I know how the money looks

I'm a rapid spender in my hacienda

With my pockets on fat Clemenza

But I got a Tom Hagen to run the books

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

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

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

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

Shot for the top like Gotti (Gotti)

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

If Castellano could get it, then anybody can get it

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

Fought for the spot like Johnny

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

So when I'm pullin' up with the posse

It gon' be a goddamn mob scene (Yeah)

Shot for the top like Gotti

Mob out with a mob like Rocky

Uh, duckin' the Federales

Name ringin' bells like a hotel lobby

Shot for the top like Gotti

Yeah, I shot for the top like Gotti

Drop top and duckin' the Federales

Said I couldn't do it, just watch me

Ayo Frankie, forget about it

Grey Poupon lyrics - Chris Webby

[Millyz:]

Yeah

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

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

I got homies in the bay, locked in suffer county

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

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

Green plug out in alarm and selling pints in a drought

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

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

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

You ain't got enough paper if the money folds

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

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

Meet me out in Paris, established for being savage

Penthouse lavish, I been balling like a Maverick

Maybe Luka Dončić, drugs got me demonic

Selling dope outside of Sonic means the Henny was hypnotic

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

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

Potato on the adle, turn his hat into a halo

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

Gotta keep my hands dirty when they sanitize

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

I really did the shit that rappers fantasize

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

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

[Chris Webby:]

Sittin' at the top and living leisurely

At the air BNB, smokin' on this greenery

Takin' psychedelics while I'm soaking in the scenery

I'm a hustler but did it legally

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

I was just supporting local business when I hit the block

Just a kid eating ecstasy like it was Dippin' Dots

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

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

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

Learned to grow by the growth of my business account

Keepin' low, binge watching Netflix on the couch

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

Nowadays, that's how I live it up

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

Make me want to start to vote Republican

Not actually, but you understand the analogy

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

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

And get to where I'm at on technicality

Now I'm with a baddie, burnin' calories

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

Up at bat, knock it out the galaxy

'Til I'm living ever after, happily

Webby

[Merkules:]

The weed potent, leaf blowers on these street corners

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

Man, this music going stupid, shit is retarded

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

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

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

Fourteen, buggin' with a pocket full of pop rocks

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's Merkules

Hold My Ground lyrics - Chris Webby

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

Dodging demons and all the tricks that the Devil does

Rolled adversity in the paper to catch a buzz

Overcame the snakes that caught us in a blood

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

And the venomous types that' spitting poison with their lies

Yeah, them cold-blooded villians, reptilian instincts

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

But see, the seas were getting choppy

I felt that cold water

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

Felt the Grim Reaper tugging on my coat collar

But I pushed through, learning how these crooks move

'Cause life's a chess game

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

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

Seen 'em coming 20 miles away

And so I say

Got Snakes and the cheats, deceitful intents

They smile as they speak and sneak in your trench

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

That's why I gotta hold my ground

Yeah, hold my ground

I gotta hold my ground

Yeah, my feet planted firmly, ya heard me?

I hold my ground

I been at this shit for years, lost hope

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

Let a snake around my circle in

That'll never work again

See the vultures circling like Cher-con's close

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

To pay homage to the cats who

Snuck up with the blade like Brutus, ruthless tactics

Seeing through all their moves, keep moving past it

Don't talk shit with the rats

Don't break bread with the birds

Keep these weasels in traps

Leave 'em left on the curb

See these snakes in the grass

Hit that pedal and swerve

All I'm speaking is facts

Fuck whatever you heard

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

Some of my wounds still aren't done healing

But nothing brought me down

I keep pushing, bringing deals in

Now I'm stacking to the ceiling

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

They smile as they speak and sneak in your trench

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

That's why I gotta hold my ground

Yeah, hold my ground

I gotta hold my ground

Yeah, my feet planted firmly, ya heard me?

I hold my ground

How I Do lyrics - Chris Webby

Yeah I'm floating like a butterfly

Stinging like a killer bee

Kill or be victim of a killer on a killing spree

Twister of the sticky tree

'Til he get so lifted he's literally

Defying the theory of relativity

Been up in the lab so pass the auxilary

Master and commander, I'll blast the artillary

Magic wand, wizardry

With a simple flick of the

Wrist, so slick

Make 'em drop it like it's slippery

Trippy off that psilocybin, chillin', vibin'

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

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

And I'm hungry so those chicken thighs and

Sweet potato fries on you plate are freaking mine when

I be coming through

That's just how I do

You should know this shit ain't nothing new

Christian W getting multiple W's

Sitting on the top and I love the view

So I'm saying

I got nothing to prove

At the top and I'm loving the view

Comfortable

Baby that's just how I do

Chase cheddar and that feta and bleu

Rappin' better than you

Baby that's just how I do

Lowkey no one's doper than he

Roll trees, blowing smoke in the breeze

But that's just me

One, two, I'm just setting the mood

Clever and smooth

Coming through

Baby that's just how I do

Never gave a fuck how they were viewing me, truthfully

I just get my groove with unusual ingenuity

Made it through attempted mutinies and heavy scrutiny

Put the points on the board, baby, charcuterie

Webby going sick a lot

Get a penicillin shot

Corona Virus that's mixed with a little Chicken Pox

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

I'ma need a bigger litter box

And they listen 'cause the shit is hot

I went from stuck in the basement

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

And I love it, so fuck a vacation

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

I Brendan Fraser, the scholarship, every statement

Is laden with information they paved for my dissertation

A creation of heavy recreational medication

With a Chemically Imbalanced reputation

I'm saying

I got nothing to prove

At the top and I'm loving the view

Comfortable

Baby that's just how I do

Chase cheddar and that feta and bleu

Rappin' better than you

Baby that's just how I do

Lowkey no one's doper than he

Roll trees, blowing smoke in the breeze

But that's just me

One, two, I'm just setting the mood

Clever and smooth

Coming through

Baby that's just how I do

Baby that's just how I do

Baby that's just how I do

Baby that's just how I do

Baby that's just how I do

Baby that's just how I do

Baby that's just how I do

Hump Day lyrics - Chris Webby

Yeah

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

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

Heh...stupid motherfuckers, yeah

My DNA litty, frame skinny and brain witty

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

Keep a tight circle of those that bring with me

Rocking Timberland boots and we bang Biggie

You dig me? Pulling up while puffing the sticky

With a bird, like I got some Snuffleupagus in me

Getting faded every single time I come to your city

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

Keep it a hundred and fifty

No little dicky, bitch I'm medium sized

Doing whatever is needed for my piece of the pie

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

Brain and Pinky with the scheme I devised

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

Webby make your head nod, put your seat in recline

With that throwback steeze

Like somebody learned to freeze it in time

Prince of Persia with the meanest of rhymes

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

What you see though? The great Bambino

Knock it out the park with unadulterated primo

Marlo Stanfield got that work for the fiends

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

My fam is so Italian my uncle was Vito, Cordioni

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

We toast a cup of the vino

Cuz see us skinnies go back like Barney Rubble and Dino

(yeah I mean yo, yo)

You don't really wanna see these lyrics in action

They only talk about me quiet cuz they fear my reaction

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

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

1988 see, I'm a veteran millennial

With ADHD, and the heaviest of medical

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

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

(I hope you're flexible)

Been doubted by every board and panel

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

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

I'm that firecracker flyin' off the handle

Tony Soprano, boss of the bosses

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

Stackin' orders, fatten wallets

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

(And save the dolphins)

They think I'm illustrated rockin' a tank top

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

Super Mario, I keep that fireball flame hot

Sewer drain hop from Peach Castle to Bangkok

(Let the bass knock)

It's too grimy to fight it

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

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

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

(Get the fuck off me!)

'Cause I'm that legend of the hidden temple

I spit it mental on an instrumental

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

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

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

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

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

And Lil Xan looks like a lesbian muppet

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

(2Pac is not boring!)

XXL just keeps makin' lists

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

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

Double XL, suck my dick

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

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

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

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

(This shit is effortless)

I never let 'em take my passion from me

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

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

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

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

Put 'em in the cone and choke grip

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

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

Yeah, I'm back

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

Or the week after that one, I promise you

One of these motherfuckin' Wednesdays, they gon' learn

They gon' learn!

I Can Feel It lyrics - Chris Webby

Yeah

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

And guess what? We just passed 10 years

Let's get it

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

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

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

95 per cent of cats on every track I deliver you

I'm a fucking independent business mogul

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

Living mobile, touring all over the fucking map

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

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

I invested in myself for just a dollar to my name

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

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

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

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

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

While I'm getting money with my motherfucking seat back

Bring the beat back

I can feel it

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

Been' working my whole life

I can feel it

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

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

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

Alright, alright, I can feel it

Yeah, said I can mo'fuckin' feel it

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

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

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

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

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

Take their crowns and proceed

This ain't nothing but a Game of Thrones

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

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

'Till my fucking tombstones getting made

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

Took it to the self check out and double bagged it

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

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

I turned aggression to lyrics up on the page

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

Now they say

I can feel it

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

Been' working my whole life

I can feel it

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

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

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

Alright, alright, I can feel it

Yeah, said I can mo'fuckin' feel it

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

Sheesh

It's a celebration, bitches

Ekoh and Chris Webby

Real rap shit

Let's go

I spit it grimier than most do it

Rap's truest, I know the flow fluent

And no student at school, I was the most truant

Ekoh will ruin the way you listen to rap now

A boom bap kid that will murder your modern trap sound

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

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

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

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

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

Disable pre-existing thoughts from the grave to the cradle

Nobody left to save you, I am the hero now

No super powers, I just devour these beats for now

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

These rappers nowadays some Disney manufactured sounds

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah

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

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

Chiropractor in action the way I be snappin'

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

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

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

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

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

With cold sweats and the shakes, nervous system shutting down

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

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

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

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

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

Artist with a fucking canvas full of blood stains on it

Grab the mic and spit some game on it

Webby

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Intro:]

Yeah, feelin' fucking good right now man

God damn

[Chris Webby:]

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm winnin', 70 and sunny

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Smoking Js everyday like dazed and confused

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

In the Summer, just throw on a pair of stunners

And go and catch a vibe motherfuckers

Ay, It's all good in the Summer

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

It's all good in the Summer

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

It's all good in the Summer

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

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

[Merkules:]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Chris Webby:]

Ay, It's all good in the Summer

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

It's all good in the Summer

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

It's all good in the Summer

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

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

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

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

No bringing me down, ay ay ay

Ay, It's all good in the Summer

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

It's all good in the Summer

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

It's all good in the Summer

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

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

Inappropriate (Freeverse) lyrics - Chris Webby

Yeah, so it's 2021 huh?

Let's see if I still got it

They be yelling out, "Webby's here"

Yeah I'm back, just like every year

Pour the Belvedere and cheers

I'm 'bout to get in gear

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

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

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

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

Do not attempt this at home you heard me?

Great, now where were we

I'm cold as a McFlurry

More stripes than Bill Murray

Rockin' a Knicks jersey

Hit a three and dip early

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

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

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

Attacking them with a passion they flabbergasted and gaspin'

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

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

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

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

My design is hostile

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

Huh, yeah I know I'm inappropriate

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

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

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

Often felonious, with criminal associates

Only thing I would suggest is not to go with this

I'm a rap god just ask your local theologist

Webby cold like the war with the Soviets

I'm a hip-hopper and multiple pill popper

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

Truer fine talent in a world of TikTokers

Fake lip Onlyfans chicks with big knockers

What the fuck happened?

Where's the damn talent?

Why are all these rappers doing a dance challenge?

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

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

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

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

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

Everyone gettin' offended, blocked, and unfriended

Playing into stories like the media intended

The truth getting blurred and blended, unrendered

Cancel careers, torn down and ended

People always so up in they feelings I've tried

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

While these sheep killing my vibe

For sitting outside

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

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

Trying to smoke a cigarette

Where should I go? Lead the way

Give a fuck either way

Don't be coming in my space

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

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

My Picatinny rail's got a scope with a laser

The second amendment support and loading my AR

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

My day starts with eating rabbits for breakfast

I'm back with a vengeance

Time to snap them back to they senses

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

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

Don't wanna try it man

I'll kick you right up in your diaphragm

Punches all connect like the circles in Venn diagrams

Fly as Ironman

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

My title stands if you get at me

My raw thoughts going sick on my enemies

I be tripping zoned out on some LSD

Selling dick pics for bitcoin is NFD's

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

Uncontrollable, unruly, and unvaccinated

And when they telling me I can't say that

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

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

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

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

Jedi's Code lyrics - Chris Webby

Try real hard but you fall, better give it all

Win or lose or draw, better give it all

Yeah, the world's a crazy place

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

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

Shit been getting pretty strange these days

The more I learn, getting harder staying sane these days

Evil reins only thing that doesn't change these days

Darth Sidious and the Sith with insidious plans

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

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

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

Blocked on Facebook and knocked off IG

Three strikes on YouTube for content ID

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

Exclusively with thumb drives and CDs

Up in CT like it was the olden days

That's what happens when the First Amendment goes away

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

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

Try real hard but you fall, better give it all

Win or lose or draw, better give it all

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

I got this microphone

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

Then what am I even doing, right? Shit

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

Either running duck 'cause they bending over and fucking us

So muscle up, step into the light young Padawan

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

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

To use all these tactical moves, causing confusion

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

Caught in the illusion while evil keeps ruling

Agenda 2030, shit might be coming early

A little birdie told me it could happen in a hurry

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

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

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

Broadcasting to you through the 5G powers

Sheeps gon' cower, wolves gon' fight

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

Try real hard but you fall, better give it all

Win or lose or draw, better give it all

We all got some sort of role to play out here

As a member of humanity, you know?

And I feel like this is mine

Keep talking that talk

Fuck the media ties and all these secret society

Entertainers who been feeding you lies

Fuck these fake woke sheep in disguise

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

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

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

When they thought that I was beaten, I rise

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

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

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

Past it, giving raw truth to the masses

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

I'm profane to those who chose the dark road

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

My light saber is ready, a Jedi with a coat

With a soul unsold, let 'em know, yeah

Try real hard but you fall, better give it all

Win or lose or draw, better give it all

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

There's good guys and bad guys

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

Try real hard but you fall, better give it all

Win or lose or draw, better give it all