Christopher by MaGestic Lyrics
MaGestic-Christopher
VERSE 1:
… The kid who started this
The hardest shit to break is character, and I put that on yo momma’s kid, feeling like I am to rap what Obama was to politics
People keep saying I’m an Asher Roth,Logic mix
I disagree, I looked up to Nas and Big
But don’t respond because the shit that I’m on is way off the common clique, on some dalai lama shit
I’m the fondest prick
Be gone you bitch
I am beyond you Ish
Beyond Human, I be on the moon for Ions
They call me Lunar Chris…
Not Brian Bridges
Last name is Whoever did it
First is Greatest EMCEE
Ain’t no way to diss me
Ankle Weights for the gypsies
Way ahead, my brain is like a bayonet to you hippies
Tip of the blade, top of the morning
Don’t mention my name, You’ll get lost in the Forest
Welcome to the Amazon, no option to forfeit
Globetrottin’ I’m going off the dome, and chose to off with the chorus
Hip Hop isn’t what it was before kids
Motherfuckers soft like porridge
Buttered up, you stutter fucks, are dumb enough to rap without a form it’s
Pitiful, maGestic is going critical
Killing rap, because this dead horse is invisible
The best norm, been the casual guy, now I’m starting to get involved
Remember when he didn’t talk? Now he’s rapping just get us all
Hyped up
Chris has got us lined up
Ain’t hip, that’s strike 1
Stop killing my vibe hun
Got the tribe on my rhymes, because they know that I’ve won
The bright guy, I’m a wise one
Pulling wives instead of hoes, because their 9’s compared to 5 sluts
Ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed, but she’ll let me dry hump
Greatest rapper ever if I ever deliver this mind fuck
I told y’all motherfuckers that rhymes dumb
Rap’s Stupid
Half Loosened
Is your brain on the masses
Or is your mind on Massachusetts
Take time to take in my flow, I know you're laughing human
Why do you think we are classed as human?
We react to humor like it’s an attack to movement
But I’m off the tracks, where did I last leave you kids?
I was speaking of the past … how we leave it all behind, because we’ll think it’ll never last….. Well we assume this
CHORUS:
RAP IS DEAD
RAP IS DECEASED
I SAID
RAP IS DEAD
LOOK AT THE CRAP THEY RELEASE
NOTHING TO CATCH
EMCEES JUST WANNA SING R&B
THE ART IS WEAKENED
SCARS ARE WHAT THEY LEAVE IN
YET WE ALL PLAY ALONG AND GO PARTY ON THE WEEKENDS
VERSE 2:
(Strong re-entry)
Who the fuck you thought it was
MaGestic going Donald Trump
Fucking shit up
(flow change)
Run the jewels, better fucking run the jewelry
One to the Two… to the motherfucking Bruce Lee
King of the Jungle, upbring in the Loose Leaf
I’m the G you an F, failures never pull B’s
I got the keys, gotta open doors for the cruel streets
I got the keys, you gotta find out where your crew be
Came to represent, I ain’t about this duel, tree
I smoke you once I see you, then, I get fucked up from THC
Teaching you how E goes to 40…
Weed goes to more drink…
C goes to Be …. The best there could ever be
Jungle? I’m the king
Treasure me
I got this rhyme shit on point like the second finger…
I’m the better emcee, you’ll never be me
Y’all ain’t about this cream
About the dreams
I’m living out mine like a movie, can’t even star in a scene…
Chris is going Hard in the Seems…
Topher Dylan, I’m a 70’s Show, 90210, inspired rhymer on fire, giving fire…
Spittin’ fire, damn this shit is fire, “hehe yeah FIRE ! where’s some matches?", I need to… “Chris you pyro, just spit it, don’t represent it…” “but if I did this, who would be here to invent it… kids need to see the commitment” “eat it bro, nobody wants to see you drone” … “I see, well with that said, let me keep them woke!!”
{murder the track} like go nuts bruh
Start of a movement, more like start of a riot
Heavily influenced, came to get y’all excited
So many fist bumps, gonna catch arthritis…
Words are what I twist up, wanna Sprite bitch?
LeBron on the mic kit, James on that vibe trick
Still trying to figure out where his hair line is
This industry is blinded, my enemies are white chicks
My entity’s excitement, airbending heat, I’m nitrous with my delivery
Fuck an ice pick, I just go Optimus Prime, not even in my prime yet
I’ll be climbing this rap game till I die bitch
And when that day hits your horizon, I’m gonna bring a storm ain’t talking about lightning
This is thunder squad
Like Wayne imma bring 5 hundred bars
Even if they're under par
Even if you ain’t want it, I'mma bring it to you pumpkin
Stray from the fuck-shit, y’all about some dumb shit
Callin out, left your collars on you, dumb bitch
Man you dawgs don’t wanna battle, i’ll put you in a kennel till Sarah makes a fuss about you
But what good would that do?
Girls are still gonna behave bad, that’s shit natural
If you get offended by this, I can see the fag in you
I can tell your dad’s a jew
Money makin’? Y’all a bunch of fakes, so imma have to fraction you
Give me a reason to brag about being the kid who laughs at you
“look at Chadwick, he’s a fucking faggot dude” …..’Woah Chris, you can’t pick on the hom..’ I’m not discriminating
I’m just saying, maybe the soft-portrayed bitch should watch his soft arraying out of his damn faucet spraying mouth because i’ve lost my patience!! I ain’t even hauled in the daintiest of bars, this is just the bottom of the bottle, ......and the message has gotten lost, haven’t even got it’s name yet… Christopher is going SATAN
CHORUS:
RAP IS DEAD
RAP IS DECEASED
I SAID
RAP IS DEAD
LOOK AT THE CRAP THEY RELEASE
NOTHING TO CATCH
EMCEES JUST WANNA SING R&B
THE ART IS WEAKENED
SCARS ARE WHAT THEY LEAVE IN
YET WE ALL PLAY ALONG AND GO PARTY ON THE WEEKENDS SO LET’S SPARK THIS WEED THAN...
VERSE 1:
… The kid who started this
The hardest shit to break is character, and I put that on yo momma’s kid, feeling like I am to rap what Obama was to politics
People keep saying I’m an Asher Roth,Logic mix
I disagree, I looked up to Nas and Big
But don’t respond because the shit that I’m on is way off the common clique, on some dalai lama shit
I’m the fondest prick
Be gone you bitch
I am beyond you Ish
Beyond Human, I be on the moon for Ions
They call me Lunar Chris…
Not Brian Bridges
Last name is Whoever did it
First is Greatest EMCEE
Ain’t no way to diss me
Ankle Weights for the gypsies
Way ahead, my brain is like a bayonet to you hippies
Tip of the blade, top of the morning
Don’t mention my name, You’ll get lost in the Forest
Welcome to the Amazon, no option to forfeit
Globetrottin’ I’m going off the dome, and chose to off with the chorus
Hip Hop isn’t what it was before kids
Motherfuckers soft like porridge
Buttered up, you stutter fucks, are dumb enough to rap without a form it’s
Pitiful, maGestic is going critical
Killing rap, because this dead horse is invisible
The best norm, been the casual guy, now I’m starting to get involved
Remember when he didn’t talk? Now he’s rapping just get us all
Hyped up
Chris has got us lined up
Ain’t hip, that’s strike 1
Stop killing my vibe hun
Got the tribe on my rhymes, because they know that I’ve won
The bright guy, I’m a wise one
Pulling wives instead of hoes, because their 9’s compared to 5 sluts
Ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed, but she’ll let me dry hump
Greatest rapper ever if I ever deliver this mind fuck
I told y’all motherfuckers that rhymes dumb
Rap’s Stupid
Half Loosened
Is your brain on the masses
Or is your mind on Massachusetts
Take time to take in my flow, I know you're laughing human
Why do you think we are classed as human?
We react to humor like it’s an attack to movement
But I’m off the tracks, where did I last leave you kids?
I was speaking of the past … how we leave it all behind, because we’ll think it’ll never last….. Well we assume this
CHORUS:
RAP IS DEAD
RAP IS DECEASED
I SAID
RAP IS DEAD
LOOK AT THE CRAP THEY RELEASE
NOTHING TO CATCH
EMCEES JUST WANNA SING R&B
THE ART IS WEAKENED
SCARS ARE WHAT THEY LEAVE IN
YET WE ALL PLAY ALONG AND GO PARTY ON THE WEEKENDS
VERSE 2:
(Strong re-entry)
Who the fuck you thought it was
MaGestic going Donald Trump
Fucking shit up
(flow change)
Run the jewels, better fucking run the jewelry
One to the Two… to the motherfucking Bruce Lee
King of the Jungle, upbring in the Loose Leaf
I’m the G you an F, failures never pull B’s
I got the keys, gotta open doors for the cruel streets
I got the keys, you gotta find out where your crew be
Came to represent, I ain’t about this duel, tree
I smoke you once I see you, then, I get fucked up from THC
Teaching you how E goes to 40…
Weed goes to more drink…
C goes to Be …. The best there could ever be
Jungle? I’m the king
Treasure me
I got this rhyme shit on point like the second finger…
I’m the better emcee, you’ll never be me
Y’all ain’t about this cream
About the dreams
I’m living out mine like a movie, can’t even star in a scene…
Chris is going Hard in the Seems…
Topher Dylan, I’m a 70’s Show, 90210, inspired rhymer on fire, giving fire…
Spittin’ fire, damn this shit is fire, “hehe yeah FIRE ! where’s some matches?", I need to… “Chris you pyro, just spit it, don’t represent it…” “but if I did this, who would be here to invent it… kids need to see the commitment” “eat it bro, nobody wants to see you drone” … “I see, well with that said, let me keep them woke!!”
{murder the track} like go nuts bruh
Start of a movement, more like start of a riot
Heavily influenced, came to get y’all excited
So many fist bumps, gonna catch arthritis…
Words are what I twist up, wanna Sprite bitch?
LeBron on the mic kit, James on that vibe trick
Still trying to figure out where his hair line is
This industry is blinded, my enemies are white chicks
My entity’s excitement, airbending heat, I’m nitrous with my delivery
Fuck an ice pick, I just go Optimus Prime, not even in my prime yet
I’ll be climbing this rap game till I die bitch
And when that day hits your horizon, I’m gonna bring a storm ain’t talking about lightning
This is thunder squad
Like Wayne imma bring 5 hundred bars
Even if they're under par
Even if you ain’t want it, I'mma bring it to you pumpkin
Stray from the fuck-shit, y’all about some dumb shit
Callin out, left your collars on you, dumb bitch
Man you dawgs don’t wanna battle, i’ll put you in a kennel till Sarah makes a fuss about you
But what good would that do?
Girls are still gonna behave bad, that’s shit natural
If you get offended by this, I can see the fag in you
I can tell your dad’s a jew
Money makin’? Y’all a bunch of fakes, so imma have to fraction you
Give me a reason to brag about being the kid who laughs at you
“look at Chadwick, he’s a fucking faggot dude” …..’Woah Chris, you can’t pick on the hom..’ I’m not discriminating
I’m just saying, maybe the soft-portrayed bitch should watch his soft arraying out of his damn faucet spraying mouth because i’ve lost my patience!! I ain’t even hauled in the daintiest of bars, this is just the bottom of the bottle, ......and the message has gotten lost, haven’t even got it’s name yet… Christopher is going SATAN
CHORUS:
RAP IS DEAD
RAP IS DECEASED
I SAID
RAP IS DEAD
LOOK AT THE CRAP THEY RELEASE
NOTHING TO CATCH
EMCEES JUST WANNA SING R&B
THE ART IS WEAKENED
SCARS ARE WHAT THEY LEAVE IN
YET WE ALL PLAY ALONG AND GO PARTY ON THE WEEKENDS SO LET’S SPARK THIS WEED THAN...