Yo Shouts to Tom C. on the beat This is uh Just some fun shit that I wrote in ten minutes Got the bars, no question Straight Chef Curry when I cook, No Stephen To me, if you smart, don't worry Don't stress it Pigeon hole rappers never seem to get the message That your boy been carryin' I'm a B-A no Barium Attack it so fast I kill him after I bury him I'm livin' like Larry and really it's embarrassing If they book the kid you check him out, librarian See, Atlas never falter when he spittin' rap words so Atlas would assault ya' if you get it backwards-Wait Atlas; that's salta if you flip it backwards No wonder these salty rappers gone ghost- Casper And I don't give a fuck Sayin' that you better is perjury If you haven't heard of me then fuck it give me thirty weeks Way I nip and tuck with the [?] is surgery So matter fact Give me thirty seconds with the words I speak This is that new shit Bring it back music Kill the track, loose lips Speeding past cruise ships My alarm goin' off on snoozin' Alarm goin' off on snoozin' Got the flow, don't doubt it This is bragger rap, I turn a bump into a mountain Watch 'em stagger back, ink spewin' like a fountain Homie got the talent, hit me up if you scoutin' n' shit though I don't care, this is relaxation If bars were beers then I'm three past wasted Got bars for years like career badge rankings Graduated top in my class in ass-spanking, yeah I'm the I'll-est can't deny it like the Holocaust Hit the bottle now I'm lit, that's a Molotov I go good on everything like some hotsauce Eatin' Hagen Das, chillin' on the promenade Get some hot and cold Never fit the awkward mold Fuck it I'll be running shit first like I got the gold Too sick, nobody can cure me like the common cold But I think I've said enough Gotta go "Ya"