Bars by CLAY Lyrics
All these bars I’m rapping I swear they a straight ten
All these bars that I visit I am getting drunk in
All these beats, I am killing em like a do vah kin
Fos ro dah, look at ya, weak like a rat in Skyrim
This is that league of legends rap, when you low you get ignited
Boy I run the fucking league, I got that corki I am flying
I am flying higher than ever I’m so gifted and enlightened
When I come on the court with yall the hoop adjusts, it must be heightened
Yeah, no record deals I am signing
Unless they are a record label that is truly trying
To promote what I spit, peace, love, and anti-violence
Yall are just some minnows and I’m the leviathan
Got the snowy flow my bars so cold we call it cryogen
Make an appetite for music like my name was thiamin
I only spit the truth, make the noise like I am Iowan
Getting on these rapper’s nerves like my name was niacin
That’s that compound rap
I am compounding my bars together to make the illest track
I’m different from my fingers because I will always snap
On these whack spitting, lie dealing, self-promoting cats
I’ve just never been able to learn how to snap my fingers man, like, bunches of people have shown me how, I just don’t fucking get it. I can’t whistle either, like none of that weird musical shit I can do besides rap. But anyways, I’m on a tangent, so I should probably get back on the beat right about now
My shits so calculated like I am college math
And you in the back, sleeping, might as well just drop the class
Stupid ass lyrics like momma dropped you on your ass
Always headed forward swear my foot never leaves the gas
Panera bread adventures mixed with musical endeavors
No name but killing shit like electric chair levers
I can tell that you have never met anyone better
Storm fronts, no rain like clouds over Denver
But we never say never, it goes on however
New rappers are whoever and their music is whatever
But mine will last forever because I am fucking clever
And the measures of my efforts are reaped like golden treasures
Third eye clarity rapping for my sanity
Yall coloring books and I’m straight from the academy
Dip dive dodge I cover my head like canopies
Pack of fucking goons and you know we about banditry
But when I am alone I write shit so casually
Elaborately with strategy I spit your finality
Disintegrate your name like you’re racked with fucking atrophy
I never show apathy when I’m pointing out your fallacies
Copycat music, Based off of rubrics
Used as tools on humans that are hopelessly clueless
Your shit is weak, you spit abusive acoustics
While real world problems are media elusive
Yeah, I’m one of the realist doing it
Smoke too much, my memory I'm losing it
But leaving shit up in the past is helping me pursuing this
My mind be like a library, always renewing it
Reviewing shit your music be the toilets I be pooping in
Pull up on your squad, watch mine fucking ruin em
Fluent in proving I only spit that flowing fluid shit
This evil dead rap, chainsaws and boomsticks bitch
Producing that amusing no room for them improvements
Tryna hold onto the game like we be fucking tubing
And I’m Driver's seat cruising
Throttle only half way, the fuck yall be doing?
Slow like you canoeing, positivity I'm oozing
Confidence I am brewing, while you be steady losing
Introducing my shit, which your fans soon be looping
Got hot bars like some midday summer roofing
Realer than half of you, better than the other half
Fake as fuck, yall be looking like some golden calf’s
You got weak lines, I got steroids in my paragraphs
I'm flying in the stars, couldn't see me with a spectrograph
Bitter when I'm spitting like a cup of decaf
Quarterbacks? This rugby, call me a scrum half
No, we don't wear pads. You bitches can step back
Putting rappers in their graves, start writing you an epitaph
Yall big headed, looking like some fucking giraffes
I'm stomping all you pussies when I walk in, welcome mats
Bars so scorching, that’ll give your ass a sun tan
Delivering the smartest flows straight through the broadband
All these bars that I visit I am getting drunk in
All these beats, I am killing em like a do vah kin
Fos ro dah, look at ya, weak like a rat in Skyrim
This is that league of legends rap, when you low you get ignited
Boy I run the fucking league, I got that corki I am flying
I am flying higher than ever I’m so gifted and enlightened
When I come on the court with yall the hoop adjusts, it must be heightened
Yeah, no record deals I am signing
Unless they are a record label that is truly trying
To promote what I spit, peace, love, and anti-violence
Yall are just some minnows and I’m the leviathan
Got the snowy flow my bars so cold we call it cryogen
Make an appetite for music like my name was thiamin
I only spit the truth, make the noise like I am Iowan
Getting on these rapper’s nerves like my name was niacin
That’s that compound rap
I am compounding my bars together to make the illest track
I’m different from my fingers because I will always snap
On these whack spitting, lie dealing, self-promoting cats
I’ve just never been able to learn how to snap my fingers man, like, bunches of people have shown me how, I just don’t fucking get it. I can’t whistle either, like none of that weird musical shit I can do besides rap. But anyways, I’m on a tangent, so I should probably get back on the beat right about now
My shits so calculated like I am college math
And you in the back, sleeping, might as well just drop the class
Stupid ass lyrics like momma dropped you on your ass
Always headed forward swear my foot never leaves the gas
Panera bread adventures mixed with musical endeavors
No name but killing shit like electric chair levers
I can tell that you have never met anyone better
Storm fronts, no rain like clouds over Denver
But we never say never, it goes on however
New rappers are whoever and their music is whatever
But mine will last forever because I am fucking clever
And the measures of my efforts are reaped like golden treasures
Third eye clarity rapping for my sanity
Yall coloring books and I’m straight from the academy
Dip dive dodge I cover my head like canopies
Pack of fucking goons and you know we about banditry
But when I am alone I write shit so casually
Elaborately with strategy I spit your finality
Disintegrate your name like you’re racked with fucking atrophy
I never show apathy when I’m pointing out your fallacies
Copycat music, Based off of rubrics
Used as tools on humans that are hopelessly clueless
Your shit is weak, you spit abusive acoustics
While real world problems are media elusive
Yeah, I’m one of the realist doing it
Smoke too much, my memory I'm losing it
But leaving shit up in the past is helping me pursuing this
My mind be like a library, always renewing it
Reviewing shit your music be the toilets I be pooping in
Pull up on your squad, watch mine fucking ruin em
Fluent in proving I only spit that flowing fluid shit
This evil dead rap, chainsaws and boomsticks bitch
Producing that amusing no room for them improvements
Tryna hold onto the game like we be fucking tubing
And I’m Driver's seat cruising
Throttle only half way, the fuck yall be doing?
Slow like you canoeing, positivity I'm oozing
Confidence I am brewing, while you be steady losing
Introducing my shit, which your fans soon be looping
Got hot bars like some midday summer roofing
Realer than half of you, better than the other half
Fake as fuck, yall be looking like some golden calf’s
You got weak lines, I got steroids in my paragraphs
I'm flying in the stars, couldn't see me with a spectrograph
Bitter when I'm spitting like a cup of decaf
Quarterbacks? This rugby, call me a scrum half
No, we don't wear pads. You bitches can step back
Putting rappers in their graves, start writing you an epitaph
Yall big headed, looking like some fucking giraffes
I'm stomping all you pussies when I walk in, welcome mats
Bars so scorching, that’ll give your ass a sun tan
Delivering the smartest flows straight through the broadband