Intro by Chosen (CG) Lyrics
[Verse 1: Chosen]
I'm suppose to pay respect but I'm to broke for that
I feel like I'm the only one tht still got hope for rap
Mouth like Bane be ready for this broken back
Never hit a home run always had a broken bat
Son of a gun because my father was toting that
Watching wrestling Monday night spitting the rawest raps
Tryna be more than any name but chosen you can call me that
I was 14 when I wrote most these raps
Trying spit over a snare and a kick drum
Wait till the other mixtape drops I promise the shits dumb
Who am I I'm chosen now quit all that chitter chatter
I'll kill ya favorite rapper
Put his head on my dinner platter
To explicit
Quit it
Got friends asking for my sisters digits
But if you have her treat her good she's a keeper
Cause if you don't I'll have a hit on you when you leave her
And since your a free man my bars would lock you back up
My sister won't let me throw the hands so ima let me songs show you how you act up
It's rap or nothing actually it's 4 A.M. why am I still up
All I really do is rap why would I say I kill stuff
But I use my tongue as a switchblade
My lyrics would leave your body chopped up in six ways
Ain't no crime pays
I'm hoping these rhymes pay
Cocaine addict hoping my lines stay
But who am I I'm chosen
Hip hop was dead till they defrosted my body that cryogenically frozen
Hearts small but my hands heavy
This just the intro now be ready
I'm suppose to pay respect but I'm to broke for that
I feel like I'm the only one tht still got hope for rap
Mouth like Bane be ready for this broken back
Never hit a home run always had a broken bat
Son of a gun because my father was toting that
Watching wrestling Monday night spitting the rawest raps
Tryna be more than any name but chosen you can call me that
I was 14 when I wrote most these raps
Trying spit over a snare and a kick drum
Wait till the other mixtape drops I promise the shits dumb
Who am I I'm chosen now quit all that chitter chatter
I'll kill ya favorite rapper
Put his head on my dinner platter
To explicit
Quit it
Got friends asking for my sisters digits
But if you have her treat her good she's a keeper
Cause if you don't I'll have a hit on you when you leave her
And since your a free man my bars would lock you back up
My sister won't let me throw the hands so ima let me songs show you how you act up
It's rap or nothing actually it's 4 A.M. why am I still up
All I really do is rap why would I say I kill stuff
But I use my tongue as a switchblade
My lyrics would leave your body chopped up in six ways
Ain't no crime pays
I'm hoping these rhymes pay
Cocaine addict hoping my lines stay
But who am I I'm chosen
Hip hop was dead till they defrosted my body that cryogenically frozen
Hearts small but my hands heavy
This just the intro now be ready