Suggested You Listen
[Intro]
Ugh
We makin' it hard out here for you other rappers, man
It's too much pressure, it's too much competition
Man, I can't imagine how y'all feel
We ain't 'bout to slow down for nothing though man
We here to stay, you already know the deal
Man, turn the volume up
Check, listen, ugh
Yeah
Look
[Verse 1]
I said y'all can't afford to stay in the game, we 'bout to up the rent
Godzilla stomping through your city leaving crushed cement
I used to rhyme off a forty and dutchie, bent
Now I drink water, eat veggies, and take supplements
I'm on some grown shit
Still lеave the microphone lit
I'm in my zonе, I gotta own this
I was a child running wild
Livin' strictly for the moment
'Til my soul couldn't condone it
Now these songs are my atonement, lyrical confessions
Spread joy though spiritual connection
I'm not religious but I do believe in miracles and blessings
Eyes get teary in a second
When a baby laughs, hearin' those inflections: infectious
More valuable than any necklace
Breakfast at Tiffany's
Food for thought while I'm spitting these gems
I blow minds without lifting a pen
But for the record though:
I wrote this in an app called Evernote
Why waste time assessin' the best approach
Regardless of method, I'm forever dope
Lyrics stand out like paint canvases hit with heavy strokes
Impasto boss flows written on lost scrolls
Cop clothes that's hittin' like pollen to nostrils, drippin'
So hold your nose from all the sauce
Soul exposed like sock holes
We rap, holy apostles
What
[Interlude]
Yeah, Freestyle Jesus, man
My rhymebook's like the Holy Bible in this thing, man
I'm spitting hymns in the booth
Don't make me spell it out for y'all, man
Matter of fact, listen...
[Verse 2]
Spell my name with the eighth letter
I stay clever, freestylin' crazy
The writing been getting way better
Make cheddar, enjoy the innate pleasure
Of stacking that straight feta
But sell my soul for the papes', never
Your style basic like a grey sweater
Claiming they better
Miss me with that message like a late letter
Y'all an imitation like fake leather
When it's time to lyrically box
I spring to action like Mayweather:
Undefeated—like that sneaker shop on La Brea
Got my stripes in Portland like Adidas rocked by the Blazers
I let them speakers knock 'til them tweeters pop from the flavor
Emcees got dropped like ashes in reefer spots when I blaze ya'
Your meager thoughts can't equate to the depth of my vision
I dedicate each breath to the mission
No reckless decisions
Top of my game
But after 20,000 reps, I expect this position
All star reppin' for the western division
We don't give a fuck how your necklace is hitting
My light shines through prisms with effortless rhythm
New heights climbed through wisdom
Suggested you listen
[Outro]
Stepping incorrect, dawg
You must be off that mescaline, trippin'
Who could attest my precision
My team riding cross country like equestrianism
Muh'fucker
Yeah
You know what it is, man
Harry Mack
We taking over this year, man
Tell them rappers to watch out