Rap Dios by BRADY (Legitimate Music) Lyrics
[INTRO]
This is called me proving myself...
[VERSE]
I'm a rap dios te digo
Juntándome con mis amigos
Ellos son mis testigos
Hablando español ¡Hijole!
Ese gringo esta bien frio
Guero loco but you don't know
Unless you from El Paso
My old stomping grounds
Battle rappin' with some cholos
Crowd like "Oh no!"
Circles gathered
To hear me murder rappers
Brady got the promo
As a young Marshall Mathers
I was very vocal
About sharing no known rapper's throne
I wanted my own
Even if I had to start from stone
And build my own kingdom with my dome
And my vocals and my fuckin' poems
At the end of the day, you gon' know 'em
Like I'm Shakespeare
Can't shake the fear when you hear the conundrum
That I'm causin' in my closet where I harvest
The rawest forms of energy within
And appall you with polished lyrics and instrumentals
But you misinterpret what I put into these verses
Missin' the point like unsharpened pencils
Your opinion is worthless
Criticism didn't hurt us
Make a million or ten in less than ten is the purpose
I already went 0-100 real quick
Add four more zeros, now I really feel it
Quick: before the public gets wind
Hit the killswitch
Brady screwin' the game in every single hole:
Drill bit
Punchline had that Weezy F feelin'
Mac murdered the beat, I had to kill it
Like his hometown: I had to steal/steel it
Weld my words, construct foundation
I'm buildin' and I haven't even reached my ceilin'
Just graduated all my peers is children
If them or any old has-beens wanna battle
I'll kill 'em. I'm ill
Here, check the symptoms
Shoot quick freestyles from the hip like ammunition
And like my bridges, I tend to burn pre-writtens
My lyrics are sick, delivered with dope diction
Annunciation make 'em quiver
Beats make they bones shiver
Flow fluent and flawless it's obvious I deliver
An obvious sinner, an obvious winner
Put the picture together
I saw the Devil and I took him out to dinner
Over the meal I made him a deal to consider
Said: "I want fans
Want people screamin' in stands
I want world tours from Germany to Japan
And a chance to be like Chance
I'd give anything
Without giving a second glance."
Proposed my soul
And he stuck out his hand
Celebrated with a bowl
Munched on sacrificial lamb, damn!
And I still gotta work to become who I am
But now I got Satan in the palm of my hand
And the balls to call myself a rap god
Still got the balls to act like I trap hard
One day it's gonna get me snapped on
Good thing I stay strapped huh!?
Don't you understand?
It's one grand mockery
Just tappin' into hip-hop's hypocrisy
Talkin' about grams is your man's form of comedy
'cause pounds if my philosophy!
Made a monopoly properly
Never committed a robbery
But my crew all got the properties
To cop us a few properties
This is called me proving myself...
[VERSE]
I'm a rap dios te digo
Juntándome con mis amigos
Ellos son mis testigos
Hablando español ¡Hijole!
Ese gringo esta bien frio
Guero loco but you don't know
Unless you from El Paso
My old stomping grounds
Battle rappin' with some cholos
Crowd like "Oh no!"
Circles gathered
To hear me murder rappers
Brady got the promo
As a young Marshall Mathers
I was very vocal
About sharing no known rapper's throne
I wanted my own
Even if I had to start from stone
And build my own kingdom with my dome
And my vocals and my fuckin' poems
At the end of the day, you gon' know 'em
Like I'm Shakespeare
Can't shake the fear when you hear the conundrum
That I'm causin' in my closet where I harvest
The rawest forms of energy within
And appall you with polished lyrics and instrumentals
But you misinterpret what I put into these verses
Missin' the point like unsharpened pencils
Your opinion is worthless
Criticism didn't hurt us
Make a million or ten in less than ten is the purpose
I already went 0-100 real quick
Add four more zeros, now I really feel it
Quick: before the public gets wind
Hit the killswitch
Brady screwin' the game in every single hole:
Drill bit
Punchline had that Weezy F feelin'
Mac murdered the beat, I had to kill it
Like his hometown: I had to steal/steel it
Weld my words, construct foundation
I'm buildin' and I haven't even reached my ceilin'
Just graduated all my peers is children
If them or any old has-beens wanna battle
I'll kill 'em. I'm ill
Here, check the symptoms
Shoot quick freestyles from the hip like ammunition
And like my bridges, I tend to burn pre-writtens
My lyrics are sick, delivered with dope diction
Annunciation make 'em quiver
Beats make they bones shiver
Flow fluent and flawless it's obvious I deliver
An obvious sinner, an obvious winner
Put the picture together
I saw the Devil and I took him out to dinner
Over the meal I made him a deal to consider
Said: "I want fans
Want people screamin' in stands
I want world tours from Germany to Japan
And a chance to be like Chance
I'd give anything
Without giving a second glance."
Proposed my soul
And he stuck out his hand
Celebrated with a bowl
Munched on sacrificial lamb, damn!
And I still gotta work to become who I am
But now I got Satan in the palm of my hand
And the balls to call myself a rap god
Still got the balls to act like I trap hard
One day it's gonna get me snapped on
Good thing I stay strapped huh!?
Don't you understand?
It's one grand mockery
Just tappin' into hip-hop's hypocrisy
Talkin' about grams is your man's form of comedy
'cause pounds if my philosophy!
Made a monopoly properly
Never committed a robbery
But my crew all got the properties
To cop us a few properties