Mental Breakdown interlude by Kallaway Lyrics
[Intro – Dialogue layered]
You can’t be a rapper
You won’t ever be a rapper
Stop being ridiculous
You’re not even good
You're never gonna make it
How could he even believe that he could
Just stop
You sound stupid
Ahahahahaha
[Verse 1 – Kallaway]
AHH
This for the 3-3-0, I’m an XY killa
By now you felt my flow like I’m rappin’ it from Manila
That’s the Philippian no no, she creamin’ like a hoho
By 25 we fly as fuck, label me the dodo, what it do (what it do)
Been meditatin’ in my dojo, and masterin’ my risotto
And trippin’ like Acapulco
They say I look like music turn my elbow to an oboe
Ain’t running from the popo, this free Weezy like pro bono, ahh
Okie dokie, all my artsy bitches artichokie
On my pokie pogo pecker
I feel like a hokie, where da smokie
Shootin’ Harry Potty porny in Virginia wearin’ cloaky
I hold up a camera and make her sing like karaoke (yee)
[Verse 2 – Kallaway]
One more time like (yee), make that beat go (yee, yee), so you can hear it from the villages
L-O-L back to the days when I cared ‘bout a syllabus
And either way we fuckin’ made it, I feel like Mike Will in this, so brrap (brrap, yee)
Let ‘em know, here we go
I got Akron for the weekend while LeBron enjoy the show
Quack quack, this a dynasty, hands up if you reminding me
Big up Chano for findin’ me, that’s wishful thinkin’
Cause I been drinkin’, hoe, Smith more words than Jada Pinkett
My people been pissed they say I speak without thinkin’ but fuck it
Imma make 2 milly so one of a ‘em we can go and chuck it
Kyrie on Steph Curry, step back 3, buckets
You can’t be a rapper
You won’t ever be a rapper
Stop being ridiculous
You’re not even good
You're never gonna make it
How could he even believe that he could
Just stop
You sound stupid
Ahahahahaha
[Verse 1 – Kallaway]
AHH
This for the 3-3-0, I’m an XY killa
By now you felt my flow like I’m rappin’ it from Manila
That’s the Philippian no no, she creamin’ like a hoho
By 25 we fly as fuck, label me the dodo, what it do (what it do)
Been meditatin’ in my dojo, and masterin’ my risotto
And trippin’ like Acapulco
They say I look like music turn my elbow to an oboe
Ain’t running from the popo, this free Weezy like pro bono, ahh
Okie dokie, all my artsy bitches artichokie
On my pokie pogo pecker
I feel like a hokie, where da smokie
Shootin’ Harry Potty porny in Virginia wearin’ cloaky
I hold up a camera and make her sing like karaoke (yee)
[Verse 2 – Kallaway]
One more time like (yee), make that beat go (yee, yee), so you can hear it from the villages
L-O-L back to the days when I cared ‘bout a syllabus
And either way we fuckin’ made it, I feel like Mike Will in this, so brrap (brrap, yee)
Let ‘em know, here we go
I got Akron for the weekend while LeBron enjoy the show
Quack quack, this a dynasty, hands up if you reminding me
Big up Chano for findin’ me, that’s wishful thinkin’
Cause I been drinkin’, hoe, Smith more words than Jada Pinkett
My people been pissed they say I speak without thinkin’ but fuck it
Imma make 2 milly so one of a ‘em we can go and chuck it
Kyrie on Steph Curry, step back 3, buckets