Classic by Lumenth Lyrics
(Aight, let's go, let's go, okay)
[Verse]
I'm bombin' shit like a terrorist
Because I'm a fucking derelict
No-one’s fucking prepared for this
Now I don't care I'm just fucking pissed
Time to go back to the therapist
This shit makin' me tired, stretch it out, exorcist
We're so loud that you can't ignore us
We quiet down crowds they cheering for us
Rappin' so fast it look like you slow-mo
People see you and they be screamin' 'oh no'
Try to fuck with me that’s a big no-no
See my bank account, enter The Matrix
Timeless, ageless, never be tasteless
I pull up on you and you left with a facelift
You can’t overtake me, A.K.A greatness
I’m servin' you like a motherfucking waitress
Puttin' you on the motherfucking wait-list
Enough of your fucking games, we don’t fucking play this
I’m number one, I don’t care who takes the other places
I manufacture rhymes that'd fucking fracture your spine
I’ll crack ya fucking dome, Now ya fucking mine
I'm tossin' rappers into mouths of fucking hungry raptors
Flossin' it backwards with colossal tractors
I move your wack rhymes to the trash compactor
I'm the rap adapter with a dapper factor
Punchlines may cause rapid laughter after
You hear em you have to see the chiropractor
My rhyme like a cryogenic, nitro blaster
I'm writin' hieroglyphics
That’s holographic
Stallin' traffic, Causin' chaos
Another classic
[Verse]
I'm bombin' shit like a terrorist
Because I'm a fucking derelict
No-one’s fucking prepared for this
Now I don't care I'm just fucking pissed
Time to go back to the therapist
This shit makin' me tired, stretch it out, exorcist
We're so loud that you can't ignore us
We quiet down crowds they cheering for us
Rappin' so fast it look like you slow-mo
People see you and they be screamin' 'oh no'
Try to fuck with me that’s a big no-no
See my bank account, enter The Matrix
Timeless, ageless, never be tasteless
I pull up on you and you left with a facelift
You can’t overtake me, A.K.A greatness
I’m servin' you like a motherfucking waitress
Puttin' you on the motherfucking wait-list
Enough of your fucking games, we don’t fucking play this
I’m number one, I don’t care who takes the other places
I manufacture rhymes that'd fucking fracture your spine
I’ll crack ya fucking dome, Now ya fucking mine
I'm tossin' rappers into mouths of fucking hungry raptors
Flossin' it backwards with colossal tractors
I move your wack rhymes to the trash compactor
I'm the rap adapter with a dapper factor
Punchlines may cause rapid laughter after
You hear em you have to see the chiropractor
My rhyme like a cryogenic, nitro blaster
I'm writin' hieroglyphics
That’s holographic
Stallin' traffic, Causin' chaos
Another classic