Syllables

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Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Most of my days I spend killing syllables syllables
Start a motherfucking fire with a pencil and a pad
Start a motherfucking riot with your motherfucking fans
Like a fucking dead pilot you gon' motherfucking crash
When I grab the fucking mic with both my fucking hands
Bitch I'm the epitome
Nobody pity me
Why you so jittery
Just had an epiphany
Ya'll cannot get to me
I got the energy
I'm what you'll never be
I'm my worst enemy
Cause I sever beats
With a deadly severity
I'm an accessory
To my own identity
My rhymes hard to say just like anemone
Maybe that's why these clowns stand next to me
F*ck who knows
Where I'll go
When rap's a ghost
It's all I've known
Yeah it's hard to say the truth but you better get it out
Cause it'll leave a bitter taste the longer it's in your mouth
Rap might change and we've had a fucking drought
So I hope it fucking rains until I fucking drown
Cause I love it to bits
But it's hit or miss
As a lyricist nothing gets me more pissed
Than listening to shit
That sounds like the dude just cut off his lips
And replaced them with tits
What the f*ck is mumble rap
Man ya'll better cut the crap
Like a fucking lumberjack
These kids will realize your wack and then you gotta win em back
And I just can't envision that
Like a juicy booty going flat
Ain't nobody holding on to that
I'm Spitting this shit so fast that you might hear a sonic boom
And I'm smoking so much gas you might hear a fucking vroom
Why does the convo crash when I step inside the room?
Maybe cause of the facts that I'm a giant to these dudes
And if you beg to differ
Come and tell me what you figure
Spit a little quicker and prove you can deliver
And I'll be a bigger man and admit that you're better
But most of you rap like you're under the weather
Might be lack of pussy, might be lack of cheddar
Or maybe ya sheep that all flock together
I'm still making diamonds with no fucking pressure
I still f*ck up paper with no fucking shredder
Not really sentimental
I'm a lot more detrimental
Ya'll dudes can't do shit, ya'll are just so ornamental
I need to confess, but still I'll never be repentful
Damn here comes the hook, ain't that shit coincidental
Most of my days I spend killing syllables syllables
Most of my days I spend killing syllables syllables
Don't give two fucks about the criticism
Bitch I got the fucking vision
Ya'll got an astigmatism
Motherfuck the fucking system
What the f*ck is competition
Got me feeling like a victim
Cause I ain't got no victims
That's some fucking deprivation
Rapping here in isolation
Can't get a spin from the local station
Got me feeling exasperation
F*ck em all I'm sick of being patient
I'm too close
To give up hope
They tell me no
But I don't go
I'm like a stain in this bitch
Cause I'm staying in this bitch
I'm a pain in the dick
And I'm claiming this shit
I'm the best where I'm from
Think that statement is too strong?
Come and prove that I'm wrong
Destroy your life with one fucking song
You can hear the hate up in my speech
I'm fucking tearing up the leash
That's something preachers do not preach
That's something teachers cannot teach
I put a bullet in your cheek
And watch it go right through your teeth
You know what I am saying dawg?
Huh? Comprende bitch? Capiche?
Verse to verse and hook to hook
I got these motherfuckers shook
I never do it by the book
I do it like a fucking crook
Cause I'm stealing the vibe and I'm stealing the show
I'm killing the beat and I'm killing the flow
And I'm fucking the rules and I'm fucking your hoe
And I'm stuck in my ways fucking up syllables
Most of my days I spend killing syllables syllables

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