"Jamo Neat" (2015)




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Master Of The Ceremony lyrics - Chris Webby

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

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

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

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

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

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Whatchu Need lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Sap & Stacey Michelle)

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
When I get up in the booth, Sap play those beats
Yeah the white boy slick, but I stay low-key
Smart kid, brain sharper than a Mako's teeth
I like my chicks a little dirty and my Jamo neat
Like a woman who don’t got a whole lot to say
With a booty more than half her whole body weight
And when you lookin’ like that, I just gotta taste
So I just put ‘em on a plate like I’m Bobby Flay
Maneuvering, when we doin’ things
Get up in her till I rearrange her NuvaRing
Oh shit, why you even steppin’ to a king?
I’m a vet, you could use a little tutoring
Let me break it down, and you could watch as I do
Make her shut the fuck up, I’ma pop and dot you
Stayin’ up all night like I’m Nosferatu
All I know is how to kill it and I probably got to, what?

[Bridge: Stacey Michelle]
I need a drag of that Jameson
‘Cause I got the taste you’ve been savoring
Ooh, ah, I got exactly whatchu need
Said ooh ah, I got exactly whatchu need

[Hook: Stacey Michelle (x4)]
(I got whatchu need)
I got whatchu need, I got whatchu need

[Verse 2: Sap]
I’m outworkin’ y’all, yeah I said that
Sonnin’ niggas to get on they job like Craig dad
Hoes tryin’ to figure where my head at
I told them mind they business, shorty show me where your bed at?
Knock ‘em off quick and I’m back to it
You ain’t talkin’ ‘bout no paper, then I probably turn my back to it
Drop my new shit, watch ‘em snap to it
Said it couldn’t be done, well nigga watch Sap do it
Man you know I stay on track, you can’t hate on that
Cop a foreign, put the American plate on that
She got a ass shot appointment, can’t wait on that
If you want it fatter, I could push some weight on that
I’m that nigga, ho, and I know you heard
Ask around in your town, you don’t really run this shit
Said you need a track from me, what’s the word?
You gon’ need ten racks if you really want a hit, I’m the shit

[Bridge: Stacey Michelle]
I need a drag of that Jameson
‘Cause I got the taste you’ve been savoring
Ooh, ah, I got exactly whatchu need
Said ooh ah, I got exactly whatchu need

[Hook: Stacey Michelle (x4)]
(I got whatchu need)
I got whatchu need, I got whatchu need

[Outro: Stacey Michelle]
I got whatchu need, I got whatchu need
I got whatchu need, I got whatchu need
I got whatchu need, I got whatchu need
I got whatchu need, I got whatchu need
(I got whatchu need)
(I got whatchu need)
(I got whatchu need)
(I got whatchu need)
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Feelin' Like lyrics - Chris Webby

I'm just trynna get my vibe right, trynna live that highlight
Twenty-twenty I stay, focused on those five nights
If they ain't feeling it fuck it at least I tried right?
But at least I caught a little tan up on this lime light
At least I made through the game and got my soul intact
At least I made it out my motherfucking [?]
I started with a shitty hand but never folded back
Eyes on the roll, with no intentions on going back
Sticking to my guns like they [?] up on this civil war
Kept it independent now the game is on the [?]
Cooking up this music leaving lyrics on a kitchen floor
Now I got the life that I was always wishing for
Let them hate this, 2015, now I'm on your little sister's playlist

And it makes sense, I put it working for years
Now I'm crusing with no brakes in the path of greatness like

[Hook:]
Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh, I be feeling like
Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh, Y'all be feeling like
Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh, We all be feeling like
Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh

Vibe is so authentic everybody's pressing rewind
Flow is in a ball like Webby never spit a weak rhyme
And they all gon' see I'm, higher than the tree line
Chill up in a cannabi' while throwing up a peace sign
Living like a hippie, what's the matter with that?
No matter [?] ain't no telling where I'm travelling at
See this shit it ain't no average rap
Now I got the ball up on my cord and I won't give it back till it's flat
Ya-ya, ya-ya, ya-ya, I gotta represent
They know where I'm from from the second that I been stepping in
So let me get it in, check over my head and you gon' see a light bulb, bulb-bulb, Thomas Edison!
Time to take this! Cause victory is in my grass, I can motherfucking taste it!

And it makes sense, I put it working for years
Now I'm crusing with no brakes in the path of greatness like

[Hook:]
Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh, I be feeling like
Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh, Y'all be feeling like
Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh, We all be feeling like
Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh

I'm just trynna keep my head right, on this path that I must go (that I must go)
Only got one head light, as I travel on that road (travel on that road)
Everybody better recognize never side and just watch the show (just watch the show)
And now we all be feeling live, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!

[Hook:]
Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh, I be feeling like
Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh, Y'all be feeling like
Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh, We all be feeling like
Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh

Yama! Pass the g my son!
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Screws Loose lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Stacey Michelle)

[Hook: Stacey Michelle & (Chris Webby)]
I’ve got screws loose
I don’t choose to
So walk me in that bubble room because I’m cuckoo
I’ve got screws loose (No control of my demons, and no control of my actions, and no control over anything that I said)
Said I’ve got screws loose (Lost my marbles, have you seen ‘em? ‘Cause everybody be tellin’ me I’m simply not right in the fuckin’ head)

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
Welcome to the Homegrown blow out
Started single player, now it’s Sap on the co-op
Fully high-tech, my brain like iRobot
Straightjacket on, lightin’ bogs on the stove top
Roll through the road blocks, you know it’s on again
So grab the Adderall, the Molly and Klonopin
I’m ‘bout to sip this bottle of whiskey like Ray Donovan
And spit my ass off until I’m runnin’ outta oxygen
I’m like Trevor up in Grand Theft Auto Five
That’s why I laugh when people ask me if I bought this ride
Bitch I pulled the driver out and blew his brains across the side
Walked, then ran him over like a couple dozen times
Then I crushed his spine, bloody tire tracks up in the mud behind
The whip, so fuck a wanted star I’m way too hard to come and find
Roll up in a shady alley, park the car and duck and hide
Bitch I’m out my motherfucking mind

[Hook: Stacey Michelle & (Chris Webby)]
I’ve got screws loose
I don’t choose to
So walk me in that bubble room because I’m cuckoo
I’ve got screws loose (No control of my demons, and no control of my actions, and no control over anything that I said)
Said I’ve got screws loose (Lost my marbles, have you seen ‘em? ‘Cause everybody be tellin’ me I’m simply not right in the fuckin’ head)

[Verse 2: Chris Webby]
Scruffy and unshaven, up till the sun’s raisin’
In a Concord, [?] rob Fords, drugs I’m takin’
And a bottle later we doin’ donuts on fresh pavement
And behavin’ like I’m star in a movie by Wes Craven
Shit I’m crazy, just sayin’, fuck it actually I’m Super Saiyan
Fuckin’ rampagin’ till the pages in the news are sayin’
Webby’s on the loose and they gon’ put me in a noose
But I’ll survive and spend the next couple months just fuckin’ recuperatin’
Out on a deserted Virgin Island where the birds are flyin’ overhead
As I plot my revenge with all the words I’m rhymin’
You can’t defeat me, I don’t know why all you nerds are tryin’
If you heard that I was quittin’, someone in your circle’s lyin’
Shit I’d rather catch a flight from Malaysia
And sit middle seat between a couple guys in Al-Qaeda
Durin’ a fuckin’ ice storm in the middle of night, yo
Get the picture? Ain’t no chance of me lettin’ the mic go

[Bridge: Chris Webby]
They could lock me in the looney bin
But I’ll break free and end up on the fuckin’ loose again
They call me crazy, howlin’ at the moon again
Until I wake up in that padded rubber room again

[Hook: Stacey Michelle & (Chris Webby)]
I’ve got screws loose
I don’t choose to
So walk me in that bubble room because I’m cuckoo
I’ve got screws loose (No control of my demons, and no control of my actions, and no control over anything that I said)
Said I’ve got screws loose (Lost my marbles, have you seen ‘em? ‘Cause everybody be tellin’ me I’m simply not right in the fuckin’ head)
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True Romance lyrics - Chris Webby

I can’t tell if I love you baby

[Hook:]
I can’t tell if I love you baby
I don’t know if I should take that chance
‘Cause even though you drive me crazy
I can’t seem to stay out of yo’ pants
So you could be my lady
And I’ma be yo’ tramp
Yeah you out on the run
Intoxicated by the true romance, that true romance, ay
Faded off that true romance, that true romance, ay
So high from the true romance, that true romance, ay
Ban on that true romance, that true romance, ay

[Verse 1:]
You drive me nuts with that catnip girl
Lay you down on that mattress girl
Saw that ass and I knew I had to have it girl
Quit playin’ games, you ain’t Katniss, girl
Sex until it’s early like you just ain’t got no worries
You and me out on the run, you my Alabama Worley
I’m gettin’ a rubber and then I’ma fuck her
From what I’ve heard I’m a hell of a lover
A bit of a dog I guess, ay
Shout out to all of my eskimo brothers I’m showin’ you what I discovered in yoga
Hittin’ that pussy in lots of ways
Now we’re doggin’ turn you over, till you screamin’, “Namaste”

[Hook:]
I can’t tell if I love you baby
I don’t know if I should take that chance
‘Cause even though you drive me crazy
I can’t seem to stay out of yo’ pants
So you could be my lady
And I’ma be yo’ tramp
Yeah you out on the run
Intoxicated by the true romance, that true romance, ay
Faded off that true romance, that true romance, ay
So high from the true romance, that true romance, ay
Ban on that true romance, that true romance, ay

[Verse 2:]
It’s that true romance I, feel like I’m so damn high
Rub my fingers down yo’ spine and grab you by yo’ tan lines
I got a dirty mind, I can’t clean it up
Listen girl, you just really gotta teach me what you really want
So I know how to beat it up
No need to be shy with the freaky stuff
Baby I don’t want the key to your heart
I want you up in the back seat of my car
I’m not like all guys that you meet at the bar
Come to my world you’ll be back by tomorrow
Singin', “Aw, nah, hell nah, y’all been up and gunnin’ now”
And I don’t gotta be your boyfriend, let’s just fuck around because

[Hook:]
I can’t tell if I love you baby
I don’t know if I should take that chance
‘Cause even though you drive me crazy
I can’t seem to stay out of yo’ pants
So you could be my lady
And I’ma be yo’ tramp
Yeah you out on the run
Intoxicated by the true romance, that true romance, ay
Faded off that true romance, that true romance, ay
So high from the true romance, that true romance, ay
Ban on that true romance, that true romance, ay
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Say It Ain't So lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Sap)

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
Now please don’t believe what you see on TV
The chains and the vehicles these MCs be
Puttin’ in they videos seem all steazy
But seem is the key word there, believe me
It’s all just smoke and mirrors, shit ain’t what it appears
Rental chains along with the gold veneers
Just so it’s clear, car they whippin’ on screen, that ain’t what they drove in here
In the crib like they own that shit
Throwin’ bread around like they made all that money
While they actin’ like a pimp ‘round all these chicks
But every model on set been paid to act slutty
So ain’t all that funny? Now you all know
That everything that glitter ain’t gold
And every rapper sayin’ that they spendin’ that dough
Are only doin’ so until it gets repoed
Say it ain’t so

[Hook: Chris Webby]
Say it ain’t so, showin’ y’all if you ain’t know
Woah, say it ain’t so, everything that glitter ain’t gold
Woah, say it ain’t so, tellin’ you the way shit go
Woah, say it ain’t so, everything that glitter ain’t gold

[Verse 2: Sap]
I be, crack a lash at you frauds on IG
First class combo, but you fly cheap
So why is you talkin’ fly to me?
I’m way ahead of you and walkin’ out of reach of them short arms
You can’t touch me, it must be ugly to see me up and living lovely
You rusty, might need to do new tools
We controllin’ the game, I’m talkin’ voodoo crew
I got a chance to peep under your hood, it wasn’t good
Say it ain’t so, yo’ fans just ain’t know
It’s so many places that you can’t go
Even when you grew up, damn, I thought you blew up
Guess you ain’t got the respect you said you had
Shittin’ on all of the people who fed your ass
Get a look in the mirror and never knowin’ what’s next
You made cash but your soul is in debt
Help me say it ain’t so

[Hook: Chris Webby]
Say it ain’t so, showin’ y’all if you ain’t know
Woah, say it ain’t so, everything that glitter ain’t gold
Woah, say it ain’t so, tellin’ you the way shit go
Woah, say it ain’t so, everything that glitter ain’t gold

[Bridge: Chris Webby]
Ridas, bitches, lobster dinners
Multi-million dollar villas
Whips and diamonds, lots of scrilla
Photoshoppin’, croppin’ [?]
Racks [?], rubber bands
Pinky rings on both they hands
Private jet to a crib on the sand
Till they get the knock from that repo man
Say it ain’t so

[Hook: Chris Webby]
Say it ain’t so, showin’ y’all if you ain’t know
Woah, say it ain’t so, everything that glitter ain’t gold
Woah, say it ain’t so, tellin’ you the way shit go
Woah, say it ain’t so, everything that glitter ain’t gold, woah

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Jekyll And Hyde lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Stacey Michelle)

Which ever way the wind blows
I'ma keep my brim low
With these glasses that can shelter my eyes
Feeling like a Sckitzo
From the life I live yo
Now I'm caught between both Jekyll and Hyde
Jekyll and Hyde

Which ever way the wind blows
They gon' ask me why I change and where did Chris go
A stoned soul away from fame, rocked up in this glass house
With the fucking world watching every movement through the windows
Its a cold world and it predicts snow
Got me stressed out, sitting with spliff rolled
Thinking back to when I started as a kid yo
Blind to the biz, all I knew was how to spit flows
Young teen so damn naive, learning jedi mind tricks with immortal technique
Eminem's Lp with some F.A.D X to the Z Snoopy D.O double G, D.R.E
Skipping church, staying home to alone to scribble down a written verse
Dreaming that one day making music be what I did for work
I follow through with that, but always seem to hit reverse
Like maybe I'm scared of being famous cuz its a gifted curse
No time to be an introvert, cuz now I gotta be in front
Of the camera every fucking where that it follows me
Ain't no alone time, just studio time
Haven't seen my family in weeks, there ain't no time
When the tours booked, then its road time
Sound check, hotel, then it's show time
Mr.Hyde I thought you checked in playing second fiddle
Now I'm stuck in the middle

Which ever way the wind blows
I'ma keep my brim low
With these glasses that can shelter my eyes
Feeling like a Sckitzo
From the life I live yo
Now I'm caught between both Jekyll and Hyde
Jekyll and Hyde
Jekyll and Hyde
Forced to be two people, got me losing my mind
Jekyll and Hyde
Jekyll and Hyde
Just tryna' find my way and taking you for the ride
Jekyll and Hyde

I'm stuck as two people, there's the man behind the mic and the person that I am off stage in real life
The person with the stress that eats away at him at night, drives him crazy, every step along the way has been a fight
With any love, I'm always getting hate, and how would you like having strangers talking shit about you every day
But I brush it off, wont go get it straight, but that negative energy still affects my day.
I'm just trying to make a hard earned living dude, cuz of what I do, these people see me from a different view
Sick of all these stupid questions in my interviews, like the mother fucking color of my skin is news
Sick of people thinking that I'm on some gimmick shit, sick of all the comparisons that they hit me with
Like every other white kid spit no different right? fuck that, my brain waves are limitless
I'm just a kid tryna' sing his song and by chance other people started singing along
I feel like an old soul in a young mans game, but I'm living hip hop and the love ain't changed
Put my life in it when I wrote them tracks, but every piece of me I give you, I don't get back
Now I'm feeling like an unfinished puzzle, bartender gonna pour me a double. Yeah

Ever way the wind blows
I'ma keep my brim low
With these glasses that can shelter my eyes
Feeling like a Sckitzo
From the life I live yo
Now I'm caught between both Jekyll and Hyde
Jekyll and Hyde
Jekyll and Hyde
Forced to be two people, got me losing my mind
Jekyll and Hyde
Jekyll and Hyde
Just tryna' find my way and taking you for the ride
Jekyll and Hyde
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Vibe 2 It lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Sap)

[Hook: Chris Webby]
Just vibe to it, watch how I do it
Rolling windows down, and then ride to it
Dealing with the seat back, and recline to it
Just turn the volume high, and then vibe to it
Now vibe to it, watch how I do it
Turn it up, and party the whole night to it
Throw some weed in the bong, and get high to it
Just turn the volume high and then vibe to it

[Verse 1: Sap]
I keeps a bunch of different colored hoes, yo I miss match
Homies outside of my clique that carry click-clack
Got ‘em sayin’ I’m the truth ‘cause I spit facts
So these niggas really can’t see me like it’s pitch black
Nigga, this that, oh you runnin’ shit? I missed that
The tables turned, now you wonder where your bitch at
They like, “Sap, we know you do it, don’t overdo it”
‘Cause I’m bringin’ way too much liquor to the kick back
Hoes love me like Denzel with no five
I trust no ho, doin’ well with no job
That weak shit you makin’ requires a slow nod
You beggin’ for spares, niggas get played with no prob
Just because they know I’m, dope with no cosign
Screamin’, “Sap it’s yo time, turn this into show time”
But step back and let me do just that
I’m getting’ off like I do just rap, so turn it up and just

[Hook: Chris Webby]
Vibe to it, watch how I do it
Rolling windows down, and then ride to it
Dealing with the seat back, and recline to it
Just turn the volume high, and then vibe to it
Now vibe to it, watch how I do it
Turn it up, and party the whole night to it
Throw some weed in the bong, and get high to it
Just turn the volume high and then vibe to it

[Verse 2: Chris Webby]
See the white boy back up in this bitch, and now I’m 2.0
And ain’t nobody makin’ all the fuckin’ noise that I be
Drive real slow with them seats down low
Rims shinin’ like the leaves on poison ivy
Smoke is all up in my vehicle so, you know I be gettin’ bent like origami
But this life of mine is like Life of Pi
Yeah, I gotta hang tough when the water choppy
Vibe to it, I’m the vibrator, ‘bout to blow so big I’ma leave behind craters
Tell ‘em, “Hi hater”
If you like it or not, my song’s stuck in your head like I wrote ‘em on fly paper
Ain’t no time taken stressed out
We turnin’ up until your head bounce
And burn another from my fresh ounce
Vibe right and I’m takin’ it slow, doin’ me the only way that I know
So everybody go and

[Hook: Chris Webby]
Vibe to it, watch how I do it
Rolling windows down, and then ride to it
Dealing with the seat back, and recline to it
Just turn the volume high, and then vibe to it
Now vibe to it, watch how I do it
Turn it up, and party the whole night to it
Throw some weed in the bong, and get high to it
Just turn the volume high and then vibe to it

[Outro: Chris Webby (x5)]
Vibe to it
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That's Life lyrics - Chris Webby

See life’s a crazy thing man
Sometimes you’re up, sometimes you’re down
At least we alive

They tellin’ me, tellin’ me, tellin’ me, "Life is amazin’"
Then why am I runnin’ from all of my problems in bottles of Jameson?
I’m stuck in this cycle of self-medication
Not only me, it’s probably you
We all got our vices, gettin us through
For all the shit life will leave at our shoes
On the door step like the daily news
But what can we do? Just buckle the fuck up, and get to enjoyin’ the ride
At least we alive, even when everything seems like it sucks, just keep that in mind
I know, know, know, that ain’t no one keepin’ me down
Just tryin’ to stay with them positive vibes until I’m six feet in the ground
I don’t even need me a casket, just take all my cremated ashes
Throw ‘em up high, and let the wind take ‘em wherever it pleases whenever it passes
But until that day I’ma keep my head high, live life my way
Through all the frustration, all of the pain, all that you really could say is, “That’s life”

They tellin’ me, tellin’ me, tellin’ me, "Look on the bright side"
But that silver linin’ ain’t easy to see when I’m sittin’ and watchin’ the time fly
So if you feelin’ likewise, just follow me, follow me, follow me down
Shit I don’t know where the fuck that I’m goin’ but nobody’s stoppin’ me now
Whether or not I’m the popular sound
The radio station on public opinions
Nothin’ to me, I’m not stuck in my feelings
Fuck how they feelin’, I grinded for years and got peanuts compared to these others with millions
But uh, I’m not complainin’ man
The thing about problems, dude, we get caught up in
Forget that everyone else has got ‘em too
These dark circles, sittin’ under my eyes
I spark purple, ‘cause I’m stuck in this bind
I’m star searchin’, but there’s nothin’ to find
So when they ask me if it’s worth it, I just tell ‘em, “That’s life”

That’s life man
Fuck it, at least we livin’, right?
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mixtape: "Chemically Imbalanced" (2015)




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So Eazy lyrics - Chris Webby

[Hook:]
I came to pass the blunt around (blunt around)
I fuck around (fuck around)
Pour up a full cup and chug it down
Homie that was yesterday (yesterday), so they wonder how (wonder how)
I can do this every single time I come around
But it’s so eazy when you’re W-E-B-B-Y
Eazy when you’re W-E-B-B-Y
Eazy when you’re W-E-B-B-Y
Eazy when you’re W-E-B-B-Y

[Verse 1:]
Yeah I’m puffing loud, got me buzzing now
I’m just trying to do some shit that makes my mother proud
Live from the underground, met with all the labels
And they said I could make a million dollars if I dumbed it down
But I said “fuck that!” I’ma do it Web’s way
‘Cause I’m fucking dope, well at least that’s what my friends say
Lyrically a sensei, muy caliente, comprende?
Thursday to Wednesday I be so crazy
It’s not what I try for but it’s my business
Homie you should mind yours
I couldn’t lose my mind more
Jumping out the window on the 9th floor
Now they’re saying they gotta send me to the psych ward
Straightjacketed, a battle it ain’t happenin’
That be like seeing Drake and Rampage in a cage match
And I’ve been put up on this planet to ramble and raise havoc
With a bottle and an eighth a day habit

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Y-O-U-N-G veteran, everytime I’m stepping in
Cold as the toes of a penguin
Bad to my skeleton, bad to the bone as I’ve ever been
Feet up on the throne that I’ve settled in
Running off of adrenaline and unprescribed medicine
Lighting up an L again and hit it til my head’ll spin
Started with a crumpled up Lincoln and now it’s Benjamins
Used to be a loser but now the world is watching Webby win
It’s so easy, veni, vidi, vici
Young Houdini, rabbit in my three piece
Used to be on YouTube, now I’m up on TV
Everybody spell it out, it’s W-E-B
Add another B-Y, you’re about to see why
I’m a giant, start my sentences with “fee-fi”
Fo fum, go dumb, putting work in
So it’s time you met the man behind the curtain

[Hook]

[Bridge:]
Killin’ this game since it ain’t love us
I do it so easy, it ain’t nothing, I tell em it ain’t nothing
I see you dropped your new shit but it ain’t buzzin’
I’m killing this game since it ain’t love us
I do it so easy, it ain’t nothing
I tell em it ain’t nothing, I tell em it ain’t nothing

[Hook]

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Set It Off lyrics - Chris Webby

[Intro:]
Yeah I’m about to set if off
Yeah I’m about to set if off
Yeah I’m about to set if off
Yeah I’m about to set if off

[Verse 1:]
Untame on the mic, the dangerous type
And this is real life, it ain’t just the way that I write
We can pour a drink, roll that mary jane up and light
So baby come to Webby’s world, I’ll make you famous tonight
Place your bets y'all gon' pay it in full
Never graduated from school but I made it this cool
Now I’m here motherfucker, ain’t no April fools
Right to the top like I’m defying gravitational pull
Cause I started young but I’m older now
Learned a lot up in the game, got a doper sound
Travelling around the world, getting cultured now
But still rolling with my dogs when I’m homeward bound
When I see Sap at the back of the weed spot
We gon get so fucking high that we pass it to Ewok
Then we turn it up so loud that the back of your seat rocks
From the very second that the beat drops

[Hook:]
I’m about to set it off, yo, ready, set, go
If you tryna get it cracking let me know!
I’m about to set it off, whoa, bitches getting low
They be sweating when I be walking through the door
I’m about to set it off

[Verse 2:]
Stay writing while rhyming and stage diving
All in, going so hard I could break diamonds
I been patiently waiting but learned that it takes time
And now I got the same look in my eye as a caged lion
I been on my hustle why the fuck you think I’m doing this?
Book of rhymes thicker than a Tarantino movie script
Rolling up a doobie and we jumping in the Uber whip
Until the driver take me to the top, I’m bout to do this shit
So animated, call me Bugs Bunny
Since I used to battle cats for they lunch money
Always had the same clothes, looking duck funny
Straight dummy but Webby was never dumb, buddy
I knew I’d have my moment, so let me soak it in
With your chick and, uh, some of her closest friends
‘Cause they know it now if they didn’t know it then
Now it’s time to let the show begin!

[Hook]

[Outro:]
Yeah I’m about to set if off
Yeah I’m about to set if off
Yeah I’m about to set if off
Yeah I’m about to set if off
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House Party Cypher (Interlude) lyrics - Chris Webby

[BarsTaLoan:]
Flying in the car, looking like a star, just like a galaxy
Go so hard like a callus be, uh
Burning more things than calories

[KID:] I see you homie, I see you. Working, huh?

[BarsTaLoan:] You feel me? You see me right? I got bars kid, that's what I do

[KID:] Word? That’s what’s up man

[KID:] Hold up, you heard of Chris Webby though?

[BarsTaLoan:] Chris Webby? Man I ain’t worried about Chris Webby, man, I told you. I’m the illest out here in CT, I’m not worried bout no motherfucking ninja turtles, fuck a Mario man, this motherfucker looks like motherfucking Rob Dyrdek and shit, fuck that dude

[KID:] Funny story, he’s here right now!

[BarsTaLoan:] Oh word, like here? At this party?

[KID:] Ayo Web!

[BarsTaLoan:] Nah nah nah it’s cool....

[KID:] Web!

[BarsTaLoan:] Yo chill, chill, chill, chill…

[KID:] Come check this dude out, this dude is crazy

[BarsTaLoan:] Yo man, BarsTaLoan that’s my name. Introduce me as BarsTaLoan, please

[KID:] Fuck outta here. Ayo Web! Yo get your hands off that bitch

[WEBBY:] What!?

[BarsTaLoan:] Yo he’s busy man just leave him alone, c' mon man

WEBBY: Fucking fine, alright listen baby, you just stay right there for like 5 minutes, I swear to God I’ll be right back. (to kid) What do you want? What the fuck is up?

[KID:] This dude is talking mad shit, show him what the fuck time it is

[WEBBY (sighs):] Alright. Yo Kenny! Kenny!

[BarsTaLoan:] Who the fuck is Kenny…

[WEBBY:] Get over here real quick, man, we need a beat box, man

[KENNY:] Right now?

[WEBBY:] C’mere man, just come over here man

[KENNY:] Alright, alright I’m coming

[WEBBY:] Ayo everybody keep it down for a second

[BarsTaLoan:] No no no keep partying, y’all keep going

[WEBBY:] Gotta do a little rap thing, ya know? You ready?

[BarsTaLoan:] No

[KENNY (in robot voice):] I’m ready

[BarsTaLoan:] What the fuck is that?

[Freestyle: Chris Webby]
Yo, it’s Chris Webby
At this party and shit, motherfucker wants me to rap
I’m about to open an abortion clinic right next to your local church
And go to narcotics anonymous hustling coke and percs
I’m just trying to piss you off, I really hope it works
Go berzerk, I got a dirty mouth, I’ll never hold a curse
Jerking off until my motherfucking shoulder hurts
Even if she vegan she gon swallow when my boner squirts
Help an older lady across the road, “hey can I hold your purse?”
Then kick her in front of a moving bus, “oh no, she’s hurt!”
Shit I’m pretty sure she’s dead but you can check yourself
While I run her wallet and spend all the money at Taco Bell
Anyone this deranged should surely be locked in jail
I’m on the grind but off the rails like an Eric Koston fail
I hit it rapid fire, try to pull out of a vaginal cavity
But busted while I was half inside her
Then I woke up in the morning and had a reminder
That she's getting plan B for breakfast with an apple cider
Someone pass the lighter, I need some weed to breathe in
He’s a demon, dirty mind, sneaky heathen
I don’t need a reason
I’m creeping up like sex offenders with binoculars on a beach in bikini season
You won’t see me leaving, I’m running through that
Stomp you to death then throw my Nike’s back on the shoe rack
Huh I’ma do that, why bother tryna bleach the blood stains out?
Somebody told me orange is the new black
So I scrub my white T til it turns the color copper
And use some Tide detergent and throw it up in the washer
I swear that I'm crazy though, shit you can ask my doctor
Psych, I’m off my rocker like an active grandfather, motherfucker

[WEBBY:] Your turn, bro

[BarsTaLoan:] I actually gotta save my voice for my open mic tomorrow, bro

[KID:] Oh man, get this coward out of here please. Please get this coward out of here...

[WEBBY:] Oh yeah? That’s cool bro. Seriously. (to party) Who wants to get back to drinking?!?!

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