Boom Bap 101

Throw your

Throw your hands up

Alright this rappin' shit is easier then beatin' up a teenager

If you think that your bars are cold then trust me you'd be freezin' here

It's me against the world and the beatin' will be so severe

You’ll think the year was two thousand twelve and there really was a meteor

The pedal to the metal I've had several accidental beers

A temperamental rebel with a devil nestled in my ear

A sentimental fellow I wrestle with my potential

'Til the intercontinental belt is mine like yo the champ is here (champ is here)

I'm seth rollins, I'm dwayne johnson, I'm steve austin

The best rockin', I'm way awesome, so keep talkin'

You press pause when the game hard and you need options

I flex often, you lame awkward, you geeks awful

Solid like a statue in a bulletproof vest

Inside a plexiglass encasement full of hardened cement

Then wrapped in carbon fiber armor locked inside of a chest

Kept in a confidential area with barb wire fence

Man I'm lit, like gasoline is free with a lighter

I'm reachin' maximum capacity, can't be any tighter

I'll hold your grandson as ransom, the family hella frightened

And put his face in a magazine with a reward, if you find him

Super savage, I'll laugh when your uber crash

And I'll smash your computer after and dash to a school classroom

And act like student vandal and scratch up the tutors mazda

When they ask if I knew what happened

I'll Jack a suzuki wagon, put a rag in the fuel tank

And watch the fireworks like the fourth of July

I'm like lightnin' in a bottle or a sorcerers eyes

Rappers hatin' on me lately, they just bored of their lives

And chasin' clout on borrowed time but I'm the owner of mine

Born to survive, y’all were built with older design

It's too late for an update, your papers ordered and signed

I'm sorry your motor isn't performin' like mine

I know it's morbid, I look forward to the moment it dies

That's not important though

The rappers are my sons, I'm runnin' orphan homes

I force feed 'em poison porridge shuttin' down their organs slow

I'm always goin' gloryhole that's balls to that walls

You know how the story goes don't talk to the cops

If they corner you and force you then I do not recall

That got a lot in common with the way I feel about your songs

They're forgettable

Like I smoked a blunt and followed it with edibles

Then popped a bunch of ecstasy while hammered at a festival

Then fell asleep and woke up wearin' nothin' deep in mexico

And then you ask me if I heard your music like forgettable

Heh I'm incredible, pat me on the back

They think 'cause I got face tattoos I probably couldn’t rap

I ain't lil' yatchy or tekashi, uzi or xan

I'm smarter than I look if you're too stupid to ask