On My Way lyrics - Chris Webby

[Hook:]

Let me hear ya say, ay

I been on this road too long on my, way

With my top down livin' carefree let me hear you say, ay

To infinity and the beyond I'm on my, way

Said I'm on my way (let me hear you say)

[Verse 1:]

Why am I like this? Always on the grind like this, ever since '09 like this

Tryna find my niche...

And I got a taste of fame, played the game, and now I'm convinced

That the money isn't worth earning

If you don't take from the lessons you're learning

As you embark on your personal journey

Navigate life while that fire is burning

Deep in your soul, before you get old

And live with regret for not reachin' your goals

(No, no, no)

Just keep up that fight when your back's on the ropes

Because the people you think are the closest

Will turn into strangers before you could notice

Been stabbed in the back but I never lost focus

Got my eye on the prize till I hold it

[Hook:]

Let me hear ya say, ay

I been on this road too long on my, way

With my top down livin' carefree let me hear you say, ay

To infinity and the beyond I'm on my, way

Said I'm on my way (let me hear you say)

[Verse 2:]

I'm still reachin' for the skyline, got my hand raised, tell me teacher when will I shine?

Cause I've been sittin' in the bleachers on the side lines

Spent a whole life time, followin' the guide lines

Now I will strike while the iron is hot, aim right for the top

They will not deny me a spot

So fuck if they like it or not, cause my grind didn't stop

And I'm still in my prime sit and watch

As I do what I'm designed to do

And if my fans still ride then I'm ridin' too

If the numbers don't lie then I'm climbin' through

Supplyin' you, with music to find you through

Any time when the skies seem grey and rainy

And your dreams seem too far away

And life in itself's bout to make you crazy

Just put your headphones on and say

[Hook:]

Let me hear ya say, ay

I been on this road too long on my, way

With my top down livin' carefree let me hear you say, ay

To infinity and the beyond I'm on my, way

Said I'm on my way (let me hear you say)

[Outro:]

Don't see no rain clouds

Above my play ground, no no

Till the wheels fall off and we break down

I will not lay down, no no

... Let me hear ya say

Sativa lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. B-Real, Demrick & Zacari)

[Chorus - Zacari:]

Roll that heady

Fill my Chevy with the vapors

AK-47 and them double wide papers

So I break off half and save the rest of it for later

So come and get in touch with nature 'cause, baby, you know we smoking that sativa

We smoking that sativa

We smoking that...

[Verse 1 - Chris Webby:]

This shit is sublime

Hit it and lift up your mind

The most specific of kinds

Particular strains I'm smoking during daytime

Got me feeling high and energetic at the same damn time

I'm on a path to where I don't know

With a little bit of Jack Herer in my bowl

Euphoric, yo, with the Oreos

And whatever other snacks I carried back home

Got the Tangie from my Cypress Hill Family

And I demand the Types and Strands

Dispensaries be selling out like they be supplying the kids candy

High as Iron-Man with 90 grams

And, yo, this weed here ain't no runner up

This weed won the cup

Enough's enough, we puff and puff

My blunt is stuffed with Thunderfuck

Like I'm purposely trying to disobey Scruff Mcgruff

'Cause this Silver Haze will leave you lit for days

And this shit's amazing

Zoned out playing Ninja Gaiden

Joystick's engaging, Taking a rip and flaming

Like a lady, her fragrance blazing

And this chase with a great sensation

Don't change the station ehh

My brain's on a paid vacation

With sativa in my vehicle, chief

And turn up the speakers

The green is my teacher

Like Yoda leading Jedi to Sidious

[Chorus - Zacari:]

Roll that heady

Fill my Chevy with the vapors

AK-47 and them double wide papers

So I break off half and save the rest of it for later

So come and get in touch with nature 'cause, baby, you know we smoking that sativa

We smoking that sativa

We smoking that...

[Verse 2 - Demrick:]

I spend my days in a daze smoking Lemon Haze

Out in Amsterdam where women love to entertain

The greenhouse got me shopping the red light

When I'm in Holland that's just what I go to get right

Roll my weed up, smoke sativa kick my feet up

Look for tracks that I can eat up when I heat up it's a fever

And my stoner chick's a diva, all I feed her is that greenery

Raw papers wrapped around that Sour D

And this life ain't want it seem to be

It's something like a dream to me

This weed, it give me energy

Best believe my enemies, they don't last long

Joints getting ashed then passed to a sad song

I remember not knowing 'bout the different strains

Copping dimes out in the projects in the pouring rain

Now I hit up the dispensary they know the name for smoking on that fire flame

You know this shit is not a game

And that raspberry cough in my bag's very strong

Hotbox, you won't last very long

See the smoke through the glass of the bong

Take a hit, hold on, don't pass 'till it's gone

Play this track watch my fans sing along

Boy, we lit, yeah, we high, man, we on

Blazing on Acapulco Gold

With my partners getting stoned

It's sativa man, straight to the dome

[Chorus - Zacari:]

Roll that heady

Fill my Chevy with the vapors

AK-47 and them double wide papers

So I break off half and save the rest of it for later

So come and get in touch with nature 'cause, baby, you know we smoking that sativa

We smoking that sativa

We smoking that...

[Verse 3 - B-Real:]

I ain't smoking that bullshit

Let me tell what I don't do

I ain't smoking that bullshit

Let me tell you what I won't do

I ain't smoking that bullshit

Let me tell what I don't do

I ain't smoking that bullshit

Let me tell you what I won't do

Pass this shit

'Cause it's boo boo

Backyard boggie we don't touch

But I heard you do

Fucking cursed like it's voodoo

You could see me take a flight on that jet fuel

Then we throw in sativa on the next two

Getting so elevated that we forget you

Faded with Webby on the set, fool

No matter how many requests we don't accept you

Better be taking it to the chest, fool

No stress, it's all incredible

I be putting you out with an edible

Laid out, nigga blazed out, let me fade out, feeling played out, hey now

How many hits can you take now?

How many hits 'fore you break down?

How many minutes go by you say you feeling fake now?

How many swirls you got wrapped around the jay now?

[Chorus - Zacari:]

Roll that heady

Fill my Chevy with the vapors

AK-47 and them double wide papers

So I break off half and save the rest of it for later

So come and get in touch with nature 'cause, baby, you know we smoking that sativa

We smoking that sativa

We smoking that...

Brass Tacks lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Danimal Lector)

[Hook - Chris Webby:]

Yeah, it's time to get down to brass tacks

Get it cooking baby show me where the lab's at

Here we go again, now see the cash stack

All these bills got my pockets saying Afflack

Yeah, it's time to get down to brass tacks

Bunch of women in my whip like I'm Mad Max

(Ass fat) tap it like I'm skipping through my Snapchats

You can't even do half that

[Verse 1 - Chris Webby:]

You see I've always been a killer with raps, it's that villainous cat

Go and tell em Jack the Ripper is back

And I'm making every syllable snap, a gorilla with the silverest back

Strength levels hitting simian stats

Loud pack until my eyes are cloudy

And I'm a monster with the ink, when I'm writing they call me Mike Wazowski

Am I dead? Cause I see those vultures flying found me

Tryna get a piece of what I have proudly designed around me

And like Rhonda Rousey I'm smacking bitches, and act malicious

In the laboratory it's back to business...

I been the, best in the burbs since my third CD

Still I'm under rated like making The Purge PG

(They gone love me, trust me)

Started in the lab as a puppy now I'm a fully grown UCONN husky

Never rusty, so never rush me, they'll never touch me

Turned my skills into a job and now I'm getting money

[Hook - Chris Webby:]

Yeah, it's time to get down to brass tacks

Get it cooking baby show me where the lab's at

Here we go again, now see the cash stack

All these bills got my pockets saying Afflack

Yeah, it's time to get down to brass tacks

Bunch of women in my whip like I'm Mad Max

(Ass fat) tap it like I'm skipping through my Snapchats

You can't even do half that

[Verse 2 - Danimal Lector:]

Bout to get down to brass tacks, nothing I'm doin' is half ass

In the booth, 100 proof, getting loose 'til the roofs goes poof... match that

A literal lab rat, syllables abstract

Dozen notebooks, no hooks, in my timberland back pack

Killin' shit mad fast, doing some fat dabs

On a Dyno with black mags, no time for cat naps

Mother fuckers wake up, or climb a ladder with Jacob

Name your top 10 rappers, I'll eat 5 like some Steakums

The other 5, 50/50 whether I could take em

But I know I could hang with every name that they been sayin'

Amazing's an understatement, I'm underground, under rated

Under paid, and underappreciated

But I wouldn't mind bein' famous... hint, hint

Go buy my album bitches, fuck it get both of 'em

My flows opium, double dose, mind openin'

Feeling like I'm floatin' in, a boiling pool of molten gin

Engulfed in sin, tryna stay positive more or less

But I know, every shot can't touch the bottom of the net

So it's on to the next, never wanting to rest

Dominant as Indominus Rex, call me God in the flesh

Gotta confess, I really got a lot on my chest

Treasure buried in my heart, somewhere I forgot how to get

I guess, that's why I'm chewin' percs, cause see the truth can hurt

Music works, as my way to connect with the universe

It's not how hard you can hit, but get hit

All the scars and shit make you who you are, news alert

Be proud own it, third eye open I'm usin' words

And sound waves to time travel through space to Jupiter

Feelin' like its 4th down, game on the line

Hail Mary, Mary please, I'm just waitin' to shine

I'm the diamond in the rough that you've been waitin' to find

So, what the fucks up? Stop wastin' my time

[Hook - Chris Webby:]

Yeah, it's time to get down to brass tacks

Get it cooking baby show me where the lab's at

Here we go again, now see the cash stack

All these bills got my pockets saying Afflack

Yeah, it's time to get down to brass tacks

Bunch of women in my whip like I'm Mad Max

(Ass fat) tap it like I'm skipping through my Snapchats

You can't even do half that

Inebriated lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Jaye Michelle)

[Verse 1:]

Yeah, I've been up on cloud nine

So high I could never have down time

The liquor pourin's that brown kind

To the point that I'm not of sound mind

And got the white lines up on the counter top

And got a pound of crops, it's like a flower shop

Right in my house so stop, light up the sour pot

And get high till the ground is not

Under you no more, take your shoes on tour

Up and away till the roof's your floor

Sayin' to yourself I shouldn't do no more

But what's one more? You just chewed up four

Or was it five? Who knew, the effects were dead wrong

And you could really tell your head's gone

With even more psychedelics and medications lined up than an old school Eminem song

I'm feelin' myself, baby I'm feelin' myself, I do not need any help

Unless you want to get that jar full of weed on the shelf and if not then just keep to yourself

Burn till we fillin' up the room with vapors

Smoke right now then I'm boozin' later

Cup is so full that it's leakin' like Ashley Madison's God damn user data

I, light up my doobie till I'm high as Mount Fuji

I, got booze of several flavors mixed into my smoothie

I'm, Christian Belushi with a cruiser full of groupies

I, keep it groovy feelin' loopy cause you know that I am

[Hook - Chris Webby & Jaye Michelle:]

So high, can't come down

Losing my head, spinning round and round

... Do ya feel me now

Drank a lot of liquor

No chaser makes it quicker

Rolled up twenties on the mirror

But I just can't help myself, I'm so inebriated

I just can't help myself, I'm so inebriated

I just can't help myself, I'm so inebriated

I just can't help myself, I'm so inebriated

I just can't help myself, I'm so inebriated

[Verse 2:]

Now I don't support drug usage

I would never tell my fans that they should do it

But any adult can do whatever they want

And live life how he or she chooses

With that said, I'm a still have my fun

Occasionally when the work gets done

Not like it used to be, takin' two or three

Of whatever I could fit on my tongue

But shit I gotta let loose right?

So sometimes when the mood strikes

We gone buy some drugs, and line em up

And turn into a werewolf in the moon light

And the moon lookin' full tonight

Eyes dilatin' as the beast awakens

Feelin' like I just booked a flight

And we flyin' straight into inebriation

But personally, like currently

I just stick to whiskey and I burn some tree

Unless old habits pop back up but fuck, ain't nobody perfect, see

Everybody got flaws, you me and them too

Weed and them brews, lead to them moves

That you might regret but oh well, even when I wake up seemin' confused

I, light up my bubbler till my body feels like butter

I, got that sticky you gone wanna post on tumblr

I, be gettin' higher than a Michael Jordan jumper

Speakers be kickin' like Thumper I'm up in the club with a cup and a blunt then I light up another I'm

[Hook - Chris Webby & Jaye Michelle:]

So high, can't come down

Losing my head, spinning round and round

... Do ya feel me now

Drank a lot of liquor

No chaser makes it quicker

Rolled up twenties on the mirror

But I just can't help myself, I'm so inebriated

I just can't help myself, I'm so inebriated

I just can't help myself, I'm so inebriated

I just can't help myself, I'm so inebriated

I just can't help myself, I'm so inebriated

Full Steam Ahead lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Futuristic)

[Hook - Chris Webby:]

Peddle down to that floor, till the wheels don't spin no more

See me swervin' up, fast and furious, hear that engine go roar

Speed is all that I know, buckle up and I go

When the light's not red, full steam ahead, go and pass me the microphone, and we yellin' out

Full steam ahead (full steam ahead)

In a hurry goin' a hundred and thirty until everything outside of my window is blurry yellin' out out

Full steam ahead (full steam ahead)

[Verse 1 - Chris Webby:]

Yeah, got Chloe and Kendall grippin' the head of my member lickin'

And suckin' until I'm bustin' all over they neck and dippin'

Like andale andale, cause I'm speedy with my exit mission

Gone before they even tell I'm missin', my Chevy whippin'

So fuckin' quick your vision can't manage getting recognition

And now your head is spinnin' like I'm practicing exorcism

So when I'm on the mic there ain't no way you could censor Christian

So many words would be cut you'd think your fuckin' antenna's missin'

Like Em and Tech were spittin', so check the rhythm

And bring it back just like the dead were risen with necromism

Because I shock em like they opted for the chair instead of prison

With my crew made up of closely assembled villains

You just a kennel kitten, stepping into a bigger pet division

I'm bred to sic em, so just let me off the leash and I'll effin' kill em

I'm blowin' up like I apprenticed in demolition

And now I'm all up on your television baby let's fuckin' get em

So run run now, go and hit the road jack

Hut one now, ready when I thrown that

Blackin' out on a beat like I'm takin' Prozac

Mixed with a bottle of cognac, call me Bojack

Cause I'm an animal and I'm so animated

Going green, so I'll get a Prius candy painted

Drivin' through your campus waving as the fans awaitin'

Followin' behind me from a cinematic angle till the camera's fadin', what

Buzzin' like I fuckin' suck at operation

Sorry sir I think there's been some minor complications

Vital signs flat line while your body's shakin'

That's when I lose my God damn patience (sir we've lost another one)

On a God damn rampage, leave em with a bandaid, fuck what the man say

Just a renegade getting handshakes, up and down the landscape

Do what I do to the death, get up out my damn way

[Hook - Chris Webby:]

Peddle down to that floor, till the wheels don't spin no more

See me swervin' up, fast and furious, hear that engine go roar

Speed is all that I know, buckle up and I go

When the light's not red, full steam ahead, go and pass me the microphone, and we yellin' out

Full steam ahead (full steam ahead)

In a hurry goin' a hundred and thirty until everything outside of my window is blurry yellin' out out

Full steam ahead (full steam ahead)

[Verse 2 - Futuristic:]

Yeah, all gas, no breaks on the peddle

This song sounds like rap mixed with heavy metal

Never settle, flow hot, I been screamin' like a kettle

In the city of the stars, pullin' strings like Geppetto

I saw the path and I went the opposite way

Middle fingers in the air when I respond to a lame

I was findin' my lane, and they defied what I claimed

Anything is possible, I'm just reminding my state

That anybody with a dream and work ethic can get it

All it takes is confidence and persistence

I calculated a plan I envisioned

Became the man in my city, took shots with precision

And now I can't stop with my writtens

My pen bleeds the truth, I every single sentence

Helped kids through addiction with the music I invented

Made a style and a voice, let everybody rent it

Windows tinted in that brand new Range

So when I say you can't see boy I mean what I say

Full steam like I'm cleanin' a tux

Award shows in my Chucks, not givin' a fuck

[Bridge - Chris Webby:]

Cause we, livin' it up, shit I'm fillin' my cup

I started with the minimum and now I'm triplin' up

I'm never quittin' till I'm sittin' on a million plus

I'm colder than reptilian blood, with a brilliant touch

Up on an instrumental, leave your noggin spinnin' like you Dizzy Devil

Hit the peddle, since I was eleven playing Twisted Metal

Cause the kid is friggin' mental, spittin' till I pop or rip a vessel in my neck while I whip a rental

I'm runnin' up the mileage, so much if I returned it they'd make me buy it

Auto pilot while riding the Iron Giant

Burnin' so much gas that I'm worried about the climate

Sorry for contributin' to the crisis, but I got my...

[Hook - Chris Webby:]

Peddle down to that floor, till the wheels don't spin no more

See me swervin' up, fast and furious, hear that engine go roar

Speed is all that I know, buckle up and I go

When the light's not red, full steam ahead, go and pass me the microphone, and we yellin' out

Full steam ahead (full steam ahead)

In a hurry goin' a hundred and thirty until everything outside of my window is blurry yellin' out out

Full steam ahead (full steam ahead)

Questionnaire lyrics - Chris Webby

[Intro:]

I got a lot of questions, ya know. As humans beings we're intelligent. That's the difference between us and everything else. So why wouldn't I ask questions, about everything?

[Verse 1:]

My teacher said there's no such thing as stupid questions

That's why I always ask myself, while other dudes are guessin'

Like why don't all these rappers nowadays pursue perfection?

Why has the music that I love gone in this new direction?

And why are people so afraid to get aware?

Why does this younger generation hardly ever seem to care?

Why did all the older generations let their greediness

Destroy the world around us for money? And then they leave us this?

And what is money really? Why do we need it, right?

Do you use it to plug your ears so you can sleep at night?

So you don't hear your conscience tryna make you see the light?

Why don't they care about us? We're all just people right?

Why are we killin' Mother Nature for the paper?

Why is everything extinct or, critically endangered?

Why couldn't we have found a way to live together?

So everything could exist forever? This is my questionnaire

[Hook:]

This is my questionnaire...

This is my questionnaire...

It's time to get aware...

[Verse 2:]

Why are there politicians?

I guess the better question is why don't they ever listen?

Why do they always have to lie to us? Why does the news just try to stir the fear inside of us?

What do they really have to hide from us?

Why are blind men leading other blind men

With ignorance in office and armies standing behind them?

Why do we kill each other? Why don't we heal each other?

Why do we break each other down instead of build each other?

Why are the smartest people labeled crazy?

Why are kids having babies? Why do doctors say to take these?

And why do big pharma companies have us by these puppet strings?

So, now we need a pill for every fucking thing

Why are there terrorists?

What if they just saw a therapist, changed their ways and moved to the Americas?

Are people really bad? Or are they taught to be?

Come get lost in thought with me, this is my questionnaire

[Hook:]

This is my questionnaire...

This is my questionnaire...

It's time to get aware...

[Verse 3:]

Why do kids do drugs? Wait, why do I do em?

I know it'll catch up to me and leave my life ruined

So why do I find myself drinking and pill poppin'?

Is it for fun anymore or am I running from my problems?

Why do I have problems anyway?

If I could show the younger Webby where I am today he would be blown away

So why's my self confidence always on the fence?

Why do I hear the hatin' louder than the compliments?

Why does my mom smoke weed?

Wait, I guess the better question is why don't we all smoke weed?

Why don't we tax the televangelists?

Better question, why can't kids afford to live on campuses and get an education like their parents did?

Why are the seasons shorter?

Why is the justice system rigged against people without a decent lawyer?

And really what is race? Cause I don't see nobody winnin'

How is anybody different? This is my questionnaire

[Hook:]

This is my questionnaire...

This is my questionnaire...

It's time to get aware...

Imperfect lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Jaye Michelle)

[Hook - Jaye Michelle:]

Insecurities, and anxiety

Kept internally, trapped inside of me

And I really just don't know why it don't show on the surface, I'm so imperfect

Dealing with these...

Insecurities, and anxiety

Kept internally, trapped inside of me

And I really just don't know why it don't show on the surface, I'm so imperfect

Dealing with these...

[Verse 1 - Chris Webby:]

Tryna learn to embrace all my imperfections

But the voices in my head got me waking up sweatin'

Alprazolam, point five milligrams in my hand when I'm stressin'

But self medication isn't helpin', second guessing while I'm dealing with depression

Pills to wake up, pills to go to sleep

Habitually, continuously

Chemically imbalanced lookin' in the mirror like this isn't me

And I'm left to wonder who the fuck I am

And my listeners been witness as I try to find myself and trust I can

And that's why I'll always love my fans

Without y'all I'd be off the deep end, every other weekend

But this game is like the coliseum, you'll get taken out the moment that you weaken

People comin' for my neck, like they Boba Fett, and I got a bounty on my head

Givin' me insomnia but when I'm sleepin' all these demons'll surround me in my bed

Now I'm feelin' like there's really no escape

I used to go and roll a J

But even that don't work anymore, they just never seem to go away

Need some novocaine to control the pain

And now these mother fuckers know the name

I thought that'd make it better but it's worse, maybe it's too late to ever hope for change

So I'm sayin'...

[Hook - Jaye Michelle:]

Insecurities, and anxiety

Kept internally, trapped inside of me

And I really just don't know why it don't show on the surface, I'm so imperfect

Dealing with these...

Insecurities, and anxiety

Kept internally, trapped inside of me

And I really just don't know why it don't show on the surface, I'm so imperfect

Dealing with these...

[Verse 2 - Chris Webby:]

I've always been too nice and too trusting

And time after time that approach left me with nothing

But some drug problems and a lot of debt

Feel the noose gettin' tighter on my neck

Try to tell myself that I ain't stoppin' yet

But it's gettin' harder tryna calm the stress

I got turned down as a youngster, by every girl I ever liked in class

It's prolly why I talk about the chicks I'm (beep) now when I write my raps

Like some sort of validation of a mechanism of defense

Like I'm not depressed, yea I'm havin' sex

But I'm still alone, and I'm still a mess

Chain smokin' cigarettes by the light post

Cherry glowin' usin' that to light mo'

Breathin' in the chemicals and hold it, whiskey got me loaded, damn I need a life coach

I'm a nice guy, people take advantage of me and my money then they step out

Leave me left out, full of self doubt

Life line's got a low thread count

And after all the years of being taunted

Hated on, not bein' wanted

Bein' thought of, in the wrong light

Now I'm feelin' like I'm bein' haunted

By these demons, I try to leave em

But it's like I'm swimmin' in Epoxy, they always stop me

Try to keep my head above it but the waves are gettin' choppy

[Hook - Jaye Michelle:]

Insecurities, and anxiety

Kept internally, trapped inside of me

And I really just don't know why it don't show on the surface, I'm so imperfect

Dealing with these...

Insecurities, and anxiety

Kept internally, trapped inside of me

And I really just don't know why it don't show on the surface, I'm so imperfect

Dealing with these...

Can't Complain lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. ANoyd)

[Verse 1 - Chris Webby:]

All I had was a dream and a mixtape

And some birthday money that I saved up

Told myself I could be great

And that mindset never changed up

I don't need it all, I could be straight

With an iTunes check as a pay stub

But then it popped off on release date

And since then we been on the way up

And we almost there and it feels so lovely

Not rich yet but I'm gunna be

Movin' on up from Double Tree

To the Ritz hooked up with couple suites

Till then I'm a still live comfortably

But money ain't shit when you love to be

On the clock, and this shit's fun to me

So yo Juice go and pump the beat (let's go)

Way back when I played that minor league

It seemed nobody would ever make time for me

It seemed nobody had plans of signing me

So I grinded and grinded, then finally

It's time to be, the very same guy you see

On websites they cite Web, the sight of the blind would see

There's no chance of denyin' me

I'll collect my own God damn finder's fee

[Hook - Chris Webby:]

I ain't ballin' but I got a little money

Ain't a super star but I'm on TV

Ain't a player but I got a couple honies

Whiskey bottle, bag of weed

I got everything I need

I can't complain

(Nah, nah, nah. Nah, nah nah)

Nah, nah I can't complain, nah nah I can't complain, nah, nah, nah, nah

(Nah, nah, nah. Nah, nah, nah)

Nah nah I can't complain, nah, nah I can't complain

[Verse 2 - Anoyd:]

It's colder than a mother fucker out this bitch

And I don't even smoke weed rollin' up a spliff, I'm thinking if I should out this bitch

Who next on the swish like JR Smith

Rubbin elbows macaroni in a jar

Like an international call you phony from afar Saying nothing in a hole like Zeroni in the yard

This is 24/7 like Kobe and Lamar

Antique in a museum you better to dust, you said it? Adjust

Typical Connecticut stuff, Yeah

We all know you ain't ready to trust, so

I'm poor to the line like a measuring cup, Yeah

I'm a be here till whenever the fuck, pretty much in the mirror like gra-ta-ta-ta-ta

They love ANoyd like bada-pa-pa-pa

And I don't got no job, I can't complain tho

[Hook - Chris Webby:]

I ain't ballin' but I got a little money

Ain't a super star but I'm on TV

Ain't a player but I got a couple honies

Whiskey bottle, bag of weed

I got everything I need

I can't complain

(Nah, nah, nah. Nah, nah nah)

Nah, nah I can't complain, nah nah I can't complain, nah, nah, nah, nah

(Nah, nah, nah. Nah, nah, nah)

Nah nah I can't complain, nah, nah I can't complain

[Verse 3 - Chris Webby:]

Back when nobody was givin' a damn

They were shootin' me down just like Missile Command

So I pictured a plan, when I needed a dollar I sat up at night and envisioned a grand

Now I'm gettin' a tan, with my kicks in the sand

And a spliff in the sand, and a chick with no pants

With a beautiful crib and a bottle of Jamie

What else can I say? I just cannot complain, see

I started with nothin' so somethin' is so

Fuckin' amazing I'm lovin' it yo

Wouldn't say that I'm rich but enough of the dough's in my pocket to live my life comfortable bro

All I need is a fair amount, for all the work that I've carried out

I moved out of my parent's house, now the top is my whereabouts

[Hook - Chris Webby:]

I ain't ballin' but I got a little money

Ain't a super star but I'm on TV

Ain't a player but I got a couple honies

Whiskey bottle, bag of weed

I got everything I need

I can't complain

(Nah, nah, nah. Nah, nah nah)

Nah, nah I can't complain, nah nah I can't complain, nah, nah, nah, nah

(Nah, nah, nah. Nah, nah, nah)

Nah nah I can't complain, nah, nah I can't complain

Jurassic Park lyrics - Chris Webby

[Hook:]

Tell em all like (ha ha ha)

You don't really want it with a guy like me

Na-na-na (ha ha ha)

Your jacket ain't got no stripes like me

Na-na-na (ha ha ha)

You ain't about that life, you don't have that heart

When the cages unlock in Jurassic Park

You might not make it, better play your part

Cause I be like (ha ha ha) [4x]

You might not make it, better play your part

Cause I be like

[Verse 1:]

Reptilian from the Cretaceous

I've written the pages of how to make music

From minimum wages to killing these stages

I honestly offer the children a blueprint

How to do this shit, how to do that shit

How to crash Datpiff, how to be in tune with

All of my fans from all over the atlas

You don't respect that then I'm a lose it

See I've been around since the comet crashed

With the velociraptors, no way that I'll give in yet

And that's why I'm feeling myself just like Pee-wee Herman in the back of a cineplex

I've watched other rappers catch fire until they would fall like the ash from my cigarette

While on the flip side I've built up my legacy

Bars on more bars on more bars, I'm a triple threat

Spitting like dilophosauruses, many verses and a lot of choruses

And I've seen a bunny rabbit in a race go fast

But I'm thinking more like the tortoises

Main attraction at Jurassic Park

I'm like a T-Rex mixed with a Mako shark

You better play your part

Cause my brain so sharp

You gon' cut your-damn-self tryna be this smart

See when I brainstorm fill the air with shrapnel

And when I swoop down like a pterodactyl

Show em all why I'm the king up in the castle

And they recognize that anywhere I travel

Anywhere I go to, any state I roll through

I'm still ice cold on the stage, I'll show you

The shit I go through on a daily basis made me who I am, we ain't trading places

[Hook:]

Tell em all like (ha ha ha)

You don't really want it with a guy like me

Na-na-na (ha ha ha)

Your jacket ain't got no stripes like me

Na-na-na (ha ha ha)

You ain't about that life, you don't have that heart

When the cages unlock in Jurassic Park

You might not make it, better play your part

Cause I be like (ha ha ha) [4x]

You might not make it, better play your part

Cause I be like

[Verse 2:]

Rookies not showing respect to me definitely will be getting me irate

You ain't taking no food off of my plate

Address me as captain, you lightweight

I've been around for a minute now, sit down

Get that ego out of my face

Oh you got you some plays on your Soundcloud?

Bitch, I was popping on Myspace!

I was rapping in the goddamn lunch line

Before it was cool to be doing so

Before I had hair on my nuts I was tearing them up, I knew I had room to grow

And I still truly know that I am numero motherfuckin' uno and that's indisputable

Treating the studio like it's my cubicle

Since I was nothing but just a young juvenile

Cause I've been stuck underground with the sabertooth tigers, I need me a paleontologist

I've just been puffing my loud with an eighth and a lighter

And seeking to make my accomplishments

Known to the people that follow my steps

From when I first started to rocking with Tech

And a 50 show tour, across the U.S

All that I'm asking you for is respect

I've put in my sweat and I've put in my blood

And some tears have been shed as I've been on my path

Just follow my story and follow my steps

By the giant reptilian tracks

I've survived while I've watched others going extinct and become just a thing of the past

Shit, the fact that I'm still here at all is a show of my skill, just as simple as that

[Hook:]

Tell em all like (ha ha ha)

You don't really want it with a guy like me

Na-na-na (ha ha ha)

Your jacket ain't got no stripes like me

Na-na-na (ha ha ha)

You ain't about that life, you don't have that heart

When the cages unlock in Jurassic Park

You might not make it, better play your part

Cause I be like (ha ha ha) [4x]

You might not make it, better play your part

Cause I be like

Feel The Bern (Freeverse) lyrics - Chris Webby

Ya

Webby's lab... 2!

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

I'm a killer whale

My frigging tail could tip the scales

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

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

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

Fuck bail I'm already down in hell and chilling

Raise hell and sinnin

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

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

And ready whipping, up in my Chevy ripping

From Connecticut to your television, you better listen

Cause the flows so vicious

I'm superhuman all they are are superstitious

So watch yourself bitches

Cause I be so malicious, vicious

So stay the mother fuck up out my business

I roll up and hit this now I am so lit

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

And you know we blunt sparking

Eyes lower than Ben Carsons

Space jam ballin I am Marvin a martian

Pardon, I heat it up like methane and carbon

But I'm going green solar panels in my garden

I'm, commiting arson when I drop my project

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

Connecticut to the prime meridian listening

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

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

I get it in

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

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

Bitches I'm on my shit again

Thinking back on life but now its different

Always evolving, I'm so Darwinian

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

And I got my Michelin scraping the pavement

It's ride or die, bitches get an amen

My rap games godly, pull up with a posy

Rocking the ear flaps like Kyle Broflovski

Webby kamakazie, bonzie watch me

Detonator in my pocket like a Tomagatchi

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

I put it down for months but my brain still foggy

I be doing this until the day I go scenial

Forget how to write, perform and spit freestyles

I'm a kill shit 'til then with no retrial

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

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

And its simple as this, on these minimalists

Cannot hang with the bar heavy lyrical shit

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

Get it? like retriever? the dog, Labrador?

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

And some money for the packet store

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

I want them thriftshop checks

So I don't care who I piss off next

Clock in, not a shift off yet

It ain't easy trying to live off debt

Put in work but nobody getting rich off sweat

You see I really love rapping bro

But now its turned into a mother fucking fashion show

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

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

I'm east coast cause my sweats in timbos

A scruffy ass face cigarette and brim low

With a sexy bimbo big breasted nympho

Giving head in a rented limo

So check yo info

The game looking real concerned

Cause when I'm on, I'm a steal your turn

I'm like senator sanders mixed with a fucking charmander

So, either way you gonna feel the burn

Outside The Box lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Sincerely Collins)

[Verse 1 - Chris Webby:]

I'm livin' outside the box like a shipping address

Until I stack up all my chips and assets

Make my paycheck, blaze ya' tape decks

And see the whole world no Waze or atlas

They told me to shoot for the moon

But I grabbed me a pistol and shot for the stars

And that bullet ain't stoppin at Mars, so

Never let em try to stop who you are

A teacher, a doctor, a web technician

Athlete, a barber, or video vixen

Tattoo artist, chef, or musician

You could be what you want, kid listen

Stay on that mission like Ratchet and Clank

And don't get distracted by passin' the drank

Trust I've been through it, but stuck to the music

And now they see me takin' that to the bank

And you don't gotta love me

There billions of people out there I don't need you

And nobody gets a redo, but it's so far so good on makin' my dream true

And I'm here to shake it up like I'm playin' with snow globes

In my dojo, workin' and waitin' to go pro

Young virtuoso, makin' my dough grow

On my solo, stayin low pro, but they know though

You plant a seed and you gone see that bitch grow

Remember that for life and take it everywhere you go

Be what you feel you're born to be, follow what your passions be

And chase that dream until it's a reality

[Hook - Chris Webby:]

They told me that I had to go to school and get an education

And live up to society and all its expectations

But I, made my own fate, got up and I paved my own way

So if you like me sing along to the song, let's all say

(I'm a live outside the box)

I can do anything, that I can think, I'll show you

(I'm a live outside the box)

I can go anywhere, I'll take you there, I'll show you

(I'm a live outside the box)

[Verse 2 - Sincerely Collins:]

I remember when you boxed me in

Told me I could never leave the box again

I was just lil' me, tryna find the real me

Knowin' that the box was a crock of shit

The box had bots that would block the kid

Every time I shot from my rocket ship

But then I found the light and it showed me how to fight

So I'm sayin' we can box if you box me in, for real

Give me a penny, I bet I flip it to a stack

They tryin' to lead me to Satan, I'm like who is that

I started this shit from the bottom, but I'm through with that

My confidence is in my hair because I grew it back

I hope you're not believin' all the bullshit

I hope you're not believin' all the lies

You just gotta get outta your own way

You just gotta open up your eyes

I can see the light inside you

Do I pray at night yes I do

Thank the universe, simply for the opportunity to spit this haiku, yeah

It's just light work, and you can do the shit if you think it

Get your mind right and just make sure that you practicin' what you preachin', cause

You plant a seed and you gon' see that bitch grow

Told you I came from the bottom now I'm 25th floor, I got

High hopes for me and all of my fam

If ever they tell you no, well fuck em, cause yes you can... yeah

Fix God, Sincerely

[Hook - Chris Webby:]

They told me that I had to go to school and get an education

And live up to society and all its expectations

But I, made my own fate, got up and I paved my own way

So if you like me sing along to the song, let's all say

(I'm a live outside the box)

I can do anything, that I can think, I'll show you

(I'm a live outside the box)

I can go anywhere, I'll take you there, I'll show you

(I'm a live outside the box)

They told me that I had to go to school and get an education

And live up to society and all its expectations

But I, made my own fate, got up and I paved my own way

So if you like me sing along to the song, let's all say

(I'm a live outside the box)

I can do anything, that I can think, I'll show you

(I'm a live outside the box)

I can go anywhere, I'll take you there, I'll show you

(I'm a live outside the box)

High By The Beach lyrics - Chris Webby

[Intro:]

Recline in your seat, while we ride to the beat

'Cause all we wanna do is get high by beach

Get high by the beach, get high by the beach

All we wanna do is get high by the beach

Get high, get high, get high, get high get high, get so high

Get high, get high, get high, get high get high, get so high

[Verse 1:]

Maybe it's because I'm selfish, I'm sorry but I can't help it

'Cause I'm smoking by the coast and all my worries are neglected

For the moment for a second I'm not tweeting I'm not texting

I'm not calling, I'm not checking so don't bother with leaving a message

I'm not stressing in the least bit 'cause we just let that smoke fly

And I'm living it how I see fit from the sunrise to low tide

I'm so high don't know why my seat belt still on

I've been parked for 40 minutes, yo, damn this weed is strong

See I roll up and give it the flame

Now all of my windows are fogged out

This chronic pumping through my veins

Now all of my worries are crossed out

And I'm gone now like I'm Lana

High by the beach with marijuana

No road map, no ways out, no drama, nada

[Chorus:]

All I wanna do is get high by the beach

Get high by the beach, get high, [x4]

[Verse 2:]

Karma's a bitch and life's a beach

Ain't shit sweet, the bottom is deep

The undertow is strong so watch your feet

Don't get carried away by the sea

Submerged under water by Davy Jones' Locker

With shellfish and lobsters and ancient sea monsters

From starboard to port, to weed back on shore

No life jackets needed, my ship stay on course

From Venice to Montauk, and way back to Norwalk

We spark up and then we get high

And you know that I be puffing as much as I can

Hit it and pass it then do it again

Tapping a blunt in my hand

Leaving this ash all over the sand

Don't need me a plan

Don't need me a schedule

'Cause I got medical indica edibles, feeling incredible

Fuck all the chemicals (up in the clouds,)

Extraterrestrial (hearing me now?)

Clear, now ready your ears

Bury your burden, and steady your chairs, bird and

No lifeguard on duty, you better beware

The current is currently pulling you where

You pass your pass now pass the swisher

Ask the captain, ask if the skipper

Get your scuba mask and grab the flippers

Bitches

[Chorus:]

All I wanna do is get high by the beach

Get high by the beach, get high, [x4]

[Outro:]

Recline in your seat, while we ride to the beat

'Cause all we wanna do is get high by beach

Get high by the beach, get high by the beach

All we wanna do is get high by the beach

Cali Dreamin' lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Jitta On The Track)

[Verse 1 - Jitta On The Track:]

So hitch hiked some nights and away I go

With a laptop midi and microphone

And I heard there's a place where the views much bigger

And the signs light up and there ain't no limits

Feel like it already, feel like I'm all ready

Give me one time for the music

There's only one life don't abuse it

Find yourself and then lose it

I wonder wonder what will change my life

I wonder wonder if I did not fight

I wonder wonder if it don't vibe right

I'll make sure that you go and spend yo' money

I got my team with me, they dream with me

They eat with me, that means they feast me

You gone' land the same way in a 360

Wanna smoke somewhere on the beach tipsy

Can't believe it's a dream, I'm so blessed I know

Yea, and away I go, I go

[Hook - Chris Webby + Jitta On The Track:]

Cause I been California dreamin' (for so long)

Said love you momma but I'm leavin' (on my own)

Don't got too much in my pockets, one way ticket in my wallet

Send my love to everybody till I get back home

Said ohh you're gonna like it, ohh the lights are bright

And I can feel it comin', waitin' all my life

There's somethin' in the air, that got me feelin' right

The stars are on the ground, the vibe is in the night, oh

[Verse 2 - Chris Webby:]

Yea, I think it's time that we hit the road

Bags packed to the brim, yo Jitt let's go

Takin' flight like Starfox 64

And peace out, to everybody who gone' miss me though

To a new time zone, better fix the watch

Cause it feels like 6 o'clock

At the after party, but I sipped a lot

So I'm losin' track, but it still don't stop

Cause we heard California was in a drought

But I think we got it all figured out

Made a quick pitstop at the In-N-Out

And then it's back to the studio that's in my house

Listen I been waiting for shot and the time is near

And the sun is high up, and the skies are clear

I'm a pioneer, and these stars on the sidewalk always gone' remind me of why I'm hear

With every step I take, it's everywhere we go to

Pocket full of dreams and a mic with Pro Tools

Givin' up's somethin' I won't do, like I'm doin' Sudoku

Got a whole lot of numbers to go through

Watching my expenses until I'm in the Benz's

And got the whole world on my friends list

Lookin' at my life through my Ray Ban lenses

Here to strike gold out west like I dreamt it, I been

[Bridge:]

California dreamin'

California dreamin'

[Hook - Chris Webby & Jitta On The Track:]

Cause I been California dreamin' (for so long)

Said love you momma but I'm leavin' (on my own)

Don't got too much in my pockets, one way ticket in my wallet

Send my love to everybody till I get back home

Said ohh you're gonna like it, ohh the lights are bright

And I can feel it comin', waitin' all my life

There's somethin' in the air, that got me feelin' right

The stars are on the ground, the vibe is in the night, oh

Chemical Romance lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Jaye Michelle)

[Voicemail 1:]

Hey it's Molly. Where have you been? We got another party going on tonight over at Stacy's. Let's get wild and make bad decisions together like we always used to. We're gunna be partying all night, c'mon Christian. Don't you miss me? Call me back fucker, love you

[Verse 1:]

Dear Molly, I know that we've had our fun

Love the taste of you up on my tongue

But I'm thinkin' that we should be done

Been too many years of the same shit

You've almost driven me insane bitch

You'd whisper come give me a lick

And I'd come runnin' back, your dangerous

And you almost killed me in college remember that? What the fuck were you thinkin'

And you said that it wasn't your fault, blamed it on all the liquor I was drinkin'

But it was you! And still I came back to you lustin' and callin' you baby

And your sister? That's my ex Stacy

And both of you bitches are crazy

But I'm grown now, so listen Molly what I'm tellin' you is for the best

Cause I'm a mess when I'm with you

So with the cells in my brain that you left behind we're through

You're dead to me

Even though you were my remedy

I thought that we really were meant to be

But now you're only in my memories, so

I'm sorry Molly, I never meant to make you cry

Cause it's been great just you and I, but this is goodbye

And this is us breakin' up, I'm signin' and sealin' this letter

Sincerely yours, XOXO Christian Webster

[Hook - Chris Webby & Jaye Michelle:]

Rolled up twenties on the sink

Capsules poured into my drinks

It's been fun but now I think

It's time we move on, yeah

Goodbye, my chemical romance

Goodbye, my chemical romance

Goodbye, my chemical romance

It's time for me to go

[Voicemail 2:]

Hey Christian, it's Lindsey. Why have I not seen you in so long? Come see me tonight, I want you to fuck me over and over again like you do, and we can stay up night and talk about how fucked up the world is, and you can freestyle for me. C'mon Christian, you know you want to. Call me back as soon as you get this, mwah

[Verse 2:]

Dear Lindsey, you were my very first love

When I really started doin' drugs

And we've been on and off, but the rush

That you would give me, was amazin'

Till it wasn't, then I'm crazy

And I'm anxious, and I'm angry

And I lose sleep, cause you take me

Out to a place that I don't wanna be anymore, at this point there's just too much history

It was my seventeenth birthday, that's when you first took my virginity

And sooner than later I saw you on Fridays and saw you on Saturdays every week

Tried to break up with you numerous times but you'd always come back like I'm pressin' repeat

Get the fuck outta my head bitch

Don't call my phone up again bitch

Me and you ain't even friends bitch

Now your nothin' but my ex bitch

You hookin' up with everybody at the afterparty bitch I know your repertoire

They all lay you down on the countertop, then they line you up with a debit card

Then you got em takin' out they money just like you was a stripper

And I was a pretty good tipper

But now you'll be out of the picture, huh

Don't bother with tryin' to call, I've sank my final 8 ball

Steppin' away from the pool table once and for all, yea

[Hook - Chris Webby & Jaye Michelle:]

Rolled up twenties on the sink

Capsules poured into my drinks

It's been fun but now I think

It's time we move on, yeah

Goodbye, my chemical romance

Goodbye, my chemical romance

Goodbye, my chemical romance

It's time for me to go

[Voicemail 3:]

Hey dude, what's up? I miss you. Oh, it's Xandra by the way. Um. Come cuddle. I just got the new Call Of Duty. And I got Oreos, your favorite. Come be lazy with me. Oh shit, my phones about to die, text me

[Verse 3:]

Dear Xandra, you're the chill one, way more than the rest of my ex chicks

We would sit around, play video games, and cuddle while watchin' some Netflix

On all of those lazy days

Whenever the sky was a shade of grey

You'd make me feel all these amazin' ways

And all of my problems would fade away

But then I'd snap back to reality and wanna lose it

Had a to do list and didn't do shit

I was with you, don't you know I got a schedule too bitch?

I got me a life and this dream that I'm chasin'

But you tellin' me that I need medication

The moves in my life you would keep me from makin'

This easy arrangement is slowin' me down and I'm losin' the moments I need to embrace and

I'm pacin' I'm wastin' these minutes are fadin'

My motivation slowly slippin' away and

Procrastinatin' as we sittin' here layin'

And wake up confused again, at somethin' like 2 PM

And put off the shit that I'm supposed to do again, stuck here with you again

Cause I've been watchin' you ruin the lives of these people, so many others you've dated

Some of em landed in rehab, some of em just didn't make it

The doctor prescribin' your lovin' all over, but I'd rather be sober

Than wastin' my life with you, so take this letter as the closure, bitch

[Hook - Chris Webby & Jaye Michelle:]

Rolled up twenties on the sink

Capsules poured into my drinks

It's been fun but now I think

It's time we move on, yeah

Goodbye, my chemical romance

Goodbye, my chemical romance

Goodbye, my chemical romance

It's time for me to go

Chris Webby other songs:

 

#FeelTheBern lyrics - Chris Webby

Ya

Webby's lab.... 2!

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

I'm a killer whale

My frigging tail could tip the scales

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

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

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

Fuck bail I'm already down in hell and chilling

Raise hell and sinnin

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

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

And ready whipping, up in my Chevy ripping

From Connecticut to your television, you better listen

Cuz the flows so vicious

I'm superhuman all they are are superstitious

So watch yourself bitches

Cuz I be so malicious, vicious

So stay the mother fuck up out my business

I roll up and hit this now I am so lit

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

And you know we blunt sparking

Eyes lower than Ben Carsons

Space jam ballin I am Marvin a martian

Pardon, I heat it up like methane and carbon

But I'm going green solar panels in my garden

I'm, committing arson when I drop my project

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

Connecticut to the prime meridian listening

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

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

I get it in

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

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

Bitches I'm on my shit again

Thinking back on life but now its different

Always evolving, I'm so Darwinian

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

And I got my Michelin scraping the pavement

It's ride or die, bitches get an amen

My rap games godly, pull up with a posy

Rocking the ear flaps like Kyle Broflovski

Webby kamakazie, bonzie watch me

Detonator in my pocket like a Tomagatchi

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

I put it down for months but my brain still foggy

I be doing this until the day I go scenial

Forget how to write, perform and spit freestyles

I'mma kill shit 'til then with no retrial

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

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

And its simple as this, on these minimalists

Cannot hang with the bar heavy lyrical shit

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

Get it? like retriever? the dog, Labrador?

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

And some money for the packet store

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

I want them thriftshop checks

So I don't care who I piss off next

Clock in, not a shift off yet

It ain't easy trying to live off debt

Put in work but nobody getting rich off sweat

You see I really love rapping bro

But now its turned into a mother fucking fashion show

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

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

I'm east coast cuz my sweats in timbos

A scruffy ass face cigarette and brim low

With a sexy bimbo big breasted nympho

Giving head in a rented limo

So check yo info

The game looking real concerned

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

I'm like senator sanders mixed with a fucking charmander

So, either way you gonna feel the burn

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

They'll know my name

After the stars are passing through

They'll know my name

When they forgot about you

They'll know my name

After the stars are passing through

They'll know my name

When they forgot about you

[Chris Webby:]

Yeah

They gon' know my name for generations

For these revolutionary revelations

And as humanities headed for devastation

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

Weapons carved from the bones of my enemies

War paint with the blood of my critics

Keep my kingdom in control with telepathy

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

See my name engraved on the monuments

Don't remember how I was embraced by the populous

From my castles excavated by the paleontologists

And they read my tales written by the ancient astrologists

Got the strength of a warrior

The legend that they can’t see the stories of

At the apothecary sipping on the formula

I could rain down fire when I’m scorching the

Earth, right underneath you, beat you down

Defile, defeat you, and just leave you

Nobody’ll try to reach you

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

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

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

Battle scars running deeper than my epidermis

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

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

Sweating, second guessing the stressing that you could easily fall

The traitors and snakes will cheer and applaud

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

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

Believe me

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

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

Until my name is immortalized, yeah

They'll know my name

After the stars are passing through

They'll know my name

When they forgot about you

They'll know my name

After the stars are passing through

They'll know my name

When they forgot about you

[KXNG Crooked:]

Yeah

Philosophic as Pythagoras

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

Police seem to think it’s hazardous

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

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

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

You just wasn’t there

That’s why I brought in this historical columnist

Herodotus to document my father in his sarcophagus

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

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

Even theologists, put my name on colleges and philosophy scholarships

Dissertations written on my thoughts and accomplishments

Then they’ll use my memoirs to shape modern politics

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

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

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

In phony pictures

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

Put my face on the sphynx, like all hail Egypt

But king wherever I roam, like all twelve Caesars

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

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

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

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

Sipping elixir from fabulous chalices

Known as a top war strategist, my name strikes paralysis

Into all my antagonists

They'll know my name

After the stars are passing through

They'll know my name

When they forgot about you

They'll know my name

After the stars are passing through

They'll know my name

When they forgot about you

Back On My BS lyrics - Chris Webby

You know, nowadays

People find one thing you said

Eight, nine, ten years ago

Bring it back up now and

Cancel your whole fuckin' career over it

So, let me make it easy for you

And just say it all right now, ha

Uh

My pronouns are fuck you and suck my dick

Unglued, I punch through and bust my clip

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

Now get back in the kitchen you fuckin' uptight bitch

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

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

Sick of a culture where a bitch will think looks alone

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

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

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

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

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

With a lot of these little Gen Z arrogant jerks

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

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

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

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

I'm grown and graduated (Yeah)

I made it just in time to be considered outdated

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

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

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

Back in the days when Chinese just meant Asian

And people were too busy to just sit around complainin'

So, while the whole world keep changin'

Spread the word

Webby's back up on that bullshit again

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

And go tell your friends

Webby's back up on that bullshit again

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

(Yeah, go fuck yourself)

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

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

Still make jokes anytime I see a pride flag

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

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

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

Then demanding that I be calling him ma'am and

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

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

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

Passed by by the society that I'm in

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

Wait, let me not compare myself to a pedophile

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'ma talk shit in a world gone stupid

Takin' Ivermectin while the world got boosted

Tryna hold ground while the world's uprooted

Speakin' up 'til the world mutes it

Spread the word

Webby's back up on that bullshit again

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

And go tell your friends

Webby's back up on that bullshit again

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

(You're all a bunch of pussies)

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

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

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

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

But you used to hate Trump

How dare you change your opinion

How dare you grow as a person

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

How dare you consider switchin'

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

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

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

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

A supremacist, a rapist, a villain

A fuckin' Nazi, basically he murdered the Jews

He dog whistles, gaslights all the words that I use

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

What I'm tryna say is Webby, fuck you

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

I'm still in Connecticut

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

Still say thank you for your service to the veterans

And still fuck your mom every Thursday

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

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

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

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

Spread the word

Webby's back up on that bullshit again

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

And go tell your friends

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

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

And now I'm back on my bullshit

(Webby's back motherfucker)

Baggage lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Ren)

Falling by the wayside with these habits I keep shaking

New jeans with the same old baggie in my pocket

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

New me with the same old baggage in my closet

Yeah, yeah

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

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

After nights of losing count of all the drinks I bought

Self-medicating just to get the weight all off

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

Next thing you in the bathroom scoring some blow

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

But I'm getting to a fork in the road

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

Feel I gotta start learning to pray again

I try to wash away the sins

But they like tattoos on my skin

I've been sitting here scrubbing 'em

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

Struggling, drunk and stumbling, while I'm juggling

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

I know it's becoming a little troubling

Falling by the wayside with these habits I keep shaking

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

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

New me with the same old baggage in my closet

Yeah, yeah

Bloody red murder, they whisper and murmur

How did Ren get here? Nature or nurture

I nurture my nature, divine misbehavior

Reaching for a bottle, thought the spirit was my Savior

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

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

Counting down the minutes till that something in me pops

And resurrects a disconnect that helps me self-destruct

And when I'm down on my luck

Wasted, brain-dead, vacant, faded

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

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

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

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

Complicated, in-house patient

Wasted, brain-dead, vacant, faded

Tripping with my back against the wall

Caught inside a rising tide, I fall

Taken by the madness of it all

I'm falling

Falling by the wayside with these habits I keep shaking

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

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

New me with the same old baggage in my closet

Yeah, yeah

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

New me with the same old baggage in my closet

Bombs Away lyrics - Chris Webby

I ain't giving 'em the time of day

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

I don't care what the fuck they say

You like the fuse and it's bombs away

And it's bombs away

Yeah it's bombs away

And it's bombs away away away away

Yeah (Webby)

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

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

Listen to my briefcase if you really want a scare

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

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

Fuck the world raw, I bust in, inseminate it

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

Intelligence higher than artificially generated

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

Put 'em in a box like a phone app logo

Bill Gates had a farm, E-I-O

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

So dope, making 'em froze like solo

Stuck in Karbonite if you carbon-dated the flow

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

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

Webby loco, shake 'em up within my snow glow

When the snow fall I brawl like El Oso

Ever since middle school khakis and the polo

My neighbor ringing fucking bells, Quasimodo

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, everybody hold up

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

Cutest CGI, fire in the eyes, close up

Murder on my mind with a serial killer's quota

Baby Yoda to a Jedi with the force

Like Cal Kestis I went from apprentice to being more

My enemies cursed the day that my light saber was forged

In the kyber crystal within it emitted into a sword

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

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

Suburban legend, the throne is what I have been destined

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

So it's time to bring the raw out boy

Keep my plans in a freezer until they thawed out boy

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

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

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

Branded a suicide if death occurs when they play with me

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

A criminal, Duke Nukem and wound 'em fatally so

Bombs away like Hiroshima 'cause I

Can't be contained like Fukushima

My impact is nuclear through your speakers

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

I'm radioactive, still I keep your radio active

Exposure level lethal if you play on my tracks here

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

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

I ain't giving 'em the time of day

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

I don't care what the fuck they say

You like the fuse and it's bombs away

And it's bombs away

Yeah it's bombs away

And it's bombs away away away away

Tick tick boom

2023 shit

Last Wednesday shit, you feel me?

Yeah, bombs away

Light that fucking fuse, I dare you

And it's bombs away away away away

Bow

Condition lyrics - Chris Webby

Yeah

Back in seventh grade they put me on amphetamines

Graduated at coke when I was seventeen

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

Suitcase full of more pills than you ever seen

Then I slow it down with a round of the ketamine

Rollin' up a RAW with the Raw Thoughts evergreen

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

And she doin' lines on my dick in the mezzanine

Katniss Everdeen, rep my district

Back in the day, everyday I lived this

Too fucked up, drugged up, young misfit

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

Just last night I was deep in a 'cid trip

Opened up my safe and it looked like Christmas

Hundred proof feel like Zeus on Olympus

Kava Root got me real loose and I pivot

Take a lil' bump in the bathroom stall

Next thing me and the homies went through a ball

So I gotta hit my guy with the 1 AM call

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

Try to chill back out

Try to keep my mind in check

With the psilocybin, I'm ridin'

Kicks in with a big grin and my eyes spin

Time and time again they know I've been

Lost in the tide, tryna see them waves

No VMA, just good weed, MDMA

And cocaine comin' straight from the CIA

And if they say take the taste, indeed I may

Indeed I am a man with some props

One hand full of drugs, other hand watch

Keep it low-key 'cause I know God watch

Shit, at least he ain't no cop

Webby

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

Crush that molly with some mushroom dust

And fuck it, put it all in my wine

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

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

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

Lighter will light up a J

Roll it and fire away

No matter the time of the day

When I wanna feel special I line up the K

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

I'm just high, it's okay

'Cause this is the primary way

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

On those pills and that powder

That fungus and flower of only the highest of grade

I inspect my drugs, double check my drugs

Only buy in bulk when I get my drugs

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

What I'm tryna say is I respect my drugs

You don't gotta worry 'bout me

Shit, I'm chemically

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

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

The only DMs that I check ends in a T

Last off, where I'm born to go

Weigh it out up on the scales and my horoscope

Last thing that I remember, I was scorin' blow

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

Yeah, feelin' that itch when I sniff

Back on my nasal

Cactus and yayo, way out in San Pedro

It cost me some pesos but I got that queso

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

Small pills to the big pills

I got pain pills, I got dick pills

Varieties of any anti-anxiety

Got me as high as the eye could see

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

Mom shouldn't a let you listen to my CD

But I do drugs and I rap about 'em too

Sorry, that's why my shits labeled parental advisory

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

Crush that molly with some mushroom dust

And fuck it, put it all in my wine

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

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

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

Day By Day lyrics - Chris Webby

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

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

Yelling "F the world" and when life gets rough

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

To turn down the noise of what's around us

Too much information thrown out at once

For one man to know and not to explode

Without getting stoned, so roll up a Dutch

And pack up the bong or bowl and get faded

Twist a J with a strain highly graded

Life is a bitch, been too much to take it

Without getting medicated, elevated

Still I made it, I got the game in reach

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

Tryna find a little peace, yeah we need some relief

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

This life's been taking its toll

So I just light up this J and I roll

No higher place I could go

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

This life's been taking its toll

So I just light up this J and I roll

No higher place I could go

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

Life's too short so love the one you got

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

Watch how the minute hand on the clock

Keep going round, need a quarter ounce of the crops

To keep the mind calm and cruise down the block

With a glove box stuffed with pot, ducking the cops

Eyes bloodshot, forgot the eye drops

So I keep the shades on my face like Cyclops

I'm high as raindrops before they come down

So I'm in the sky with diamonds right now

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

The world been too loud, the silence I found

Within the smoke cloud is needed sometimes

Everybody needs a breather sometimes

We all need help with easing our mind

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

This life's been taking its toll

So I just light up this J and I roll

No higher place I could go

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

This life's been taking its toll

So I just light up this J and I roll

No higher place I could go

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

Feel the walls all closing in

Until they all surround me

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

When the skies are dark and everything

Is crashing down around me

Then what else could I do other than get high?

This life's been taking its toll

So I just light up this J and I roll

No higher place I could go

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

This life's been taking its toll

So I just light up this J and I roll

No higher place I could go

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

Daydream lyrics - Chris Webby

I see myself in another light

'Cause I always felt like I was nothing like

Who they wanted me to be

Made my way through hell to find another life

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

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

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

Had to reach within myself to find the wind

That'll carry me to where I dropped the pin

When I manifest in my direction

Never gonna catch the wave before I learn to swim

Had to keep the flame alight that burns within

Now he is I, no lying, I am him

Hit the drum roll, let it begin

I don't need no one to save me

My whole life I've been the same me

They would try to call me crazy

But who's the crazy one now? Yeah

And really, can you blame me?

With all these devils tryna break free

Still I'm high up in a daydream

And you ain't pulling me down, down

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

Still, I follow a path I never knew before

Tryna keep my feet on solid ground

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

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

Just to keep from falling down, down, down

Got a bone to pick with who I used to be

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

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

My determination, hesitation

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

I won't stop, I reach through to seize

What I came here for so leave room to breathe

On a spree like you wouldn't believe

I don't need no one to save me

My whole life I've been the same me

They would try to call me crazy

But who's the crazy one now? Yeah

And really, can you blame me?

With all these devils tryna break free

Still I'm high up in a daydream

And you ain't pulling me down, down

Dial Tone lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Millyz)

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

[Chris Webby:]

Huh, ain't life funny?

Used to be broke

Now I got plenty

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

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

Huh, ain't life funny?

Used to be broke

Now I got plenty

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

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

I'm just tryna make an honest livin'

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

Listen, took a lot to get in this position

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

With that ambition

Got 'em hooked, I'm gone fishin'

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

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

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

So listen, get on the ground

My jurisdiction stretches over enemy lines (Bow)

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

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

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

Colorful money from other countries in the world stack

Counted at a hunnid' grand from Canada in merch cash

Headed back up in first class

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

If you know then you know

That's a motherfuckin' flex

Got them acres all around me (What?)

All my neighbors are wealthy

My local nature is healthy

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

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

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

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

Bye-bye

Huh, ain't life funny?

Used to be broke

Now I got plenty

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

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

Huh, ain't life funny?

Used to be broke

Now I got plenty

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

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

[Millyz:]

Yeah, blanco

Yeah, they pondered by my pockets (Yeah)

Worried 'bout my wallet

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

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

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

I hit the button like it's turbo

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

She love to give me brain

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

It's wonderful when we be sexy

All abundance in my blessin's

I just hustle through recessions

Off the muscles, seen progression

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

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

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

Made them people buy your music

That's a cold robbery

My shit designer though

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

Any rapper went against me got exposed

Know this money pilin'

We on islands like Galapagos (Yeah)

I know that you the people

You can't tell me that you not the foe

So I be like

Huh, ain't that funny? (Yeah)

Independent millionaire, my pain turned into money (Hmm)

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

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

Keep my heat up in case they hunt me

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

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

Who the fuck is you?

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

So I be like (So I be like)

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

Haha

[Chris Webby:]

Huh, ain't life funny?

Used to be broke

Now I got plenty

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

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

Huh, ain't life funny?

Used to be broke

Now I got plenty

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

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

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

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

Yo yo

Ay, it's Chris Webby…

Jamo Neat check it

I'm the definition of half cool half nerd

With a masters and bachelors in bad words

Aw jeez, im cool as a fall breeze

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

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

I'm fucking famous listen

I don't got to explain shit

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

I'm as agile as a ring-tailed lemur

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

I'll fucking hold Dick Chaney's head underwater

While I seduce and have sex with his lesbian daughter

Cuz I'm always rapping my balls off

See my going 80 down Cahuenga

Hitting people in the cross walk

They're all talk, me? I rap great

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

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

Roll around a Comicon with bitches dressed for cosplay

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

While we out seeing Ted 2

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

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

Independent, I'm my own motherfucking boss

I'm spitting fire, so start evacuating

All systems go warp drive activating

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

Chilling in the cut like Basset Tracy

GTA in a army truck while it waving big bills

Darkwing Duck

See I'm on that uncle scrooge

I'm on that Donald too

All you here is Aflac from my pockets dude

I got allot to lose but I won't go

Always keep a microphone within a stones throw

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

Making bread got a whole day's loaf of it

And you know I'm sick

Yeah yeah, yeah

I'm never stopping chump

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

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

And his brother and his dad too

Matter a fact, fuck the motherfucking government

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

Koch Industries really be crooked as Austin Powers Dentistry

But that just the country that we living be

So I light one up and I exhale

As watch the crisscrossing of the chem trails

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

Like spitting bars here for DJ ENUFFHH

What!

Getting gritty

Spitting bars

That's what we do

(This is the talk shit part)

Yeah, you know I'm from Connecticut fuck it

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

Well they can't rap?

Really? Really?

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

Really? Really?

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

And uhh there is affirmative action in hip-hop nowadays

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

Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah

Yeah yeah

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

I play to win, and you know im coming through

White boy always drunk up off my Jameson

Its like that and I'm playing for keeps

Go hit, iTunes, Jamo Neat

My new shit and you know I come through

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

What, you know we coming through

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

Uh 106 apart spit with heart none ever coming through

And you know I glow in the dark

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

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

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

Webby is the best

I'm the fucking nature boy when I come through

I'm blazing n' making noise

You will get destroyed like a

U571 tell em son cuz you know I come through

Larry the cable guy get her done

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

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

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

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

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

And that just how I go and when I speak A

And uhh control your mind fucking Jean Grey

And speak for days when I come through

With the weed that I blaze

No one ever speaking with me

I went to GFA, that's green farms academy

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

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

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

You know I'm coming through

You know I'm fucking hotter than the summer dude

And ill fuck your boo in the back of my Chevvy

No one could ever test me

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

I'll be nice when I'm rocking it

No one ever testing my engine revving

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

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

Up on show time I flow rhymes nobody's better

It Webster Killin the beat call me Dexter

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

Boss in the game like I'm Anthony Soprano

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

What I came here to do drop bars part 2

And you know I'm going in

And I'm flowing of the top

I spit this shit like a George Foreman stay hot

On the griddle, I so hot that this shit sizzles

And I do this shit way more than a little

And you know I'm coming through

And you know I got bars

And no one ever messing cuz you know I spit hard

Since I was on the fucking recess yard

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

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

Dawg I spit it swiftly, no one ever get me

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

And that's what I rep

You know that I just speak rhymes

Shout to the clothing line D9 that gave me my shit

And now I'm blazing my spliff

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

Fuck it!