Cramp Your Style

My skills got you climbing hills It’s a must have like swiping pills On the rise up like cypress hill And your girl get’s down like a pint of milk And now, I ain’t even gotta rap Holiday’s over now I'm done with that Like to let all hang like a thunder cat I just wanna flee and believe me I ain’t coming back Look, turn a weakness to strength Lying in my bed, dumb thoughts in my head I ain’t gonna stop until there’s really nothing left And even when the day comes I’ll keep grinding ‘til I'm dead See I make the beat wicked But nothing feels better than rapping on it to kill it Killing it, I'm winning it, I know you be feeling it I got bars to keep ‘em it, like a prison you’re living in Yeah, I'ma cramp your style Bin in this game for quite a while 8 years on still versatile And if you still hate you’re in denial Uh, been straight from get go Me and my team pull strings like Geppetto Feet on the ground like a girl in stilettos I'm sick and I'm quick, you’re largo I'm allegro Uh, there’s some terminology 8 years ago they said I was a prodigy Said on my mix tape when I'm 23 I’ll be where I wanna be, so get prepared to follow me Yeah, I got flows for days I'm that friend that cramps your day When you’re in a rave spitting bars on stage I’ll grab the mic and burn down that place, all day Yeah, now I'm back for another one Spitting dumb, hit a drum, smashed it, hit and run Out the park, spitting dark, I'm where the alphas are Like Zen, wise men, Caspar and Balthazar And I rap like I'm holy Not on my level, you punks don’t know me We are no not homies, rap like an OG When I spit bars I'm the fire emoji Rapping on the beat, I bet they’re stamping their feet I got the dibby, dibby sound, to make a rapper retreat You see I'm so laid back on the track I'm asleep If you wanna buy fame better keep your receipt Cos too many artists wanna buy their way in Didn’t need a talent show to prove that I'm amazing I'm a young goku going super saiyan And when I come through, keep the throne vacant Yo, I'm in Kanye mode Stuck on cloud 9 and I can’t get home Bow in the presence of greatness Make ‘em go ape shit, tell fakers better take this Yo, and for the YouTube haters Fix up on spelling I'm a rapper not a raper Lake town saviour, bet you I’ll save ya Taking out a dragon on my wagon with a Taser Man and I'm back with the fire Did it on my own I never needed cipher Open logic, make narcotics Call me pusher man, raps cleanest supplier Yeah I got flows miles I'm that boy with the diamond smile When I'm in the rave drive girls all-wild When I grab the mic and cramp your style Count yourself lucky that it’s verse three I been spitting bars ever since nursery In a moment it’ll be over And I will show ya that’s c’est la vie Clever bars, very dark, Nasty, never bath Pass me, never bruh, catch me in upper class Upper class, I regard, me as sublime I don’t need money I just need more time Money we earn it, just to go burn it Now I am here like I'm sick of the dream All get involved in a pyramid scheme Just for a note with a pic of the queen I don’t wanna preach, I just wanna be real And I thank all the guys that follow me still ‘Cos I'm doing it moving it, dream I'm pursuing it Wouldn’t be here if I didn’t have you in it Take a big loss like meek did My place I earned it like the weekend Came through and jumped in the deep end Game so shallow didn’t even get my feet wet As I said before it’s getting boring no When I'm on the toilet I'm still pissing on these watered down Rappers, act like slappers Call ‘em bukkakers, also slackers, here’s Another hit from the miracle maker Track that’ll break ya, make ya wanna rave ta Heard about the word, mc’s absurd When I'm in the place better be concerned, uh Yeah, I got flows to sell I'm that guy that’ll bring you hell When I'm in the rave and I rock the bells Then I grab the mic and I shock the world