Bracket Tiering by Travis Wayne Lyrics
Vowels got mixed up
Tryna throw Stones on my name (Trav)
Imagine being average
Tryna overlook Wayne (six)
Like I ain’t the meet the love of my life
In the center of a pentagram
Surrounded by five candles
With lit flames?
For a bracket to be made
Shit I can name
Three lyricists other than me
You forgot, I thought
What a damn shame
Two JBs too many in NV
Don’t mistake this one for Envy
I’ve got a Theory on a common local emcee
Let’s talk catalogs
I’ve got two clouds in the air
But on your bracket
You brought a cat with
Three tracks, let’s compare
Let’s talk live shows
You must not've been there
I was on at nine
Del was after mine
Their Pilot through galaxies of Funky Tales
I’m not offended
You’ve not heard of me
You listed Pisco like in these cyphers
He ain’t the one recording me
This isn’t new to me
I’m used to no one supporting me
Said that on 400 Degrees
Ask G, he recorded me
Wait, that scheme might’ve
Docked off some points
Cunnilinguistics
I’ll leave a cerebellum moist
My latest shit had hella joints
Check my ashtray
Okay we get it, Trav
Not really, what is the point?
Back n forth about doing this
What do I have to prove with this
A bracket based on who they’d list
As their top in Reno?
Toppin Reno, double gawkin sloppin Reno
Some room in Sands Casino
Hold up reel it in
Before people get offended, oh
Catch the line
Before you get hooked
Cuz people fish
Half the mind
To write a hook
And make this a hit
Asinine
My kind of look
Reacting to your list
Passed the time
I read a book
I’m back on my bullshit
No disrespect to Dan
But I’ve got more than
One Vision board
My focus isn’t Profits, nah
I want something more
To get shit accomplished
In one accord
All while providing bomb shit
Harmony Granger with chords
And a wizard with words
One would say my wands a pen
No Timmy Turner
I’ve designed-a plan within
Take my city
Build CommunITY with it
Not just be IN it
I ain’t active
For these captions
Nor am I out here pretending
Hands like Rocky
The way I’m touchin bags, shit
I’d say Balboa
But I’m not- he still a Savage
I’d have face tats If I remained
Like Walker, an addict
I’ve got records that date back
To Levi’s on Maddox
Gave a spot to Momatik
I ain’t trippin yo, she can have it
I’m still looking to find Saccs shit
All I found; was, past tense
Its awfully noisy in the attic
Go check the racket
Tennis matches, MC’s
Back n forth on ZPs rad dick
Missin the days of NCSU
Like high school varsity teams
Those who know, do know
NCS was D, minus JB
Now we’re all wondering why I singled U out
Cuz it’s your letter, man
The whole reason U put this together fam
Look what U made
Vote on your page
Let’s ride your wave
Took stage in the bay
Who on your list could say the same
I’m just tryna eat and compete
Like everyone in the game
You made a list
I checked it twice
You forgotten a name
Wayne
Tryna throw Stones on my name (Trav)
Imagine being average
Tryna overlook Wayne (six)
Like I ain’t the meet the love of my life
In the center of a pentagram
Surrounded by five candles
With lit flames?
For a bracket to be made
Shit I can name
Three lyricists other than me
You forgot, I thought
What a damn shame
Two JBs too many in NV
Don’t mistake this one for Envy
I’ve got a Theory on a common local emcee
Let’s talk catalogs
I’ve got two clouds in the air
But on your bracket
You brought a cat with
Three tracks, let’s compare
Let’s talk live shows
You must not've been there
I was on at nine
Del was after mine
Their Pilot through galaxies of Funky Tales
I’m not offended
You’ve not heard of me
You listed Pisco like in these cyphers
He ain’t the one recording me
This isn’t new to me
I’m used to no one supporting me
Said that on 400 Degrees
Ask G, he recorded me
Wait, that scheme might’ve
Docked off some points
Cunnilinguistics
I’ll leave a cerebellum moist
My latest shit had hella joints
Check my ashtray
Okay we get it, Trav
Not really, what is the point?
Back n forth about doing this
What do I have to prove with this
A bracket based on who they’d list
As their top in Reno?
Toppin Reno, double gawkin sloppin Reno
Some room in Sands Casino
Hold up reel it in
Before people get offended, oh
Catch the line
Before you get hooked
Cuz people fish
Half the mind
To write a hook
And make this a hit
Asinine
My kind of look
Reacting to your list
Passed the time
I read a book
I’m back on my bullshit
No disrespect to Dan
But I’ve got more than
One Vision board
My focus isn’t Profits, nah
I want something more
To get shit accomplished
In one accord
All while providing bomb shit
Harmony Granger with chords
And a wizard with words
One would say my wands a pen
No Timmy Turner
I’ve designed-a plan within
Take my city
Build CommunITY with it
Not just be IN it
I ain’t active
For these captions
Nor am I out here pretending
Hands like Rocky
The way I’m touchin bags, shit
I’d say Balboa
But I’m not- he still a Savage
I’d have face tats If I remained
Like Walker, an addict
I’ve got records that date back
To Levi’s on Maddox
Gave a spot to Momatik
I ain’t trippin yo, she can have it
I’m still looking to find Saccs shit
All I found; was, past tense
Its awfully noisy in the attic
Go check the racket
Tennis matches, MC’s
Back n forth on ZPs rad dick
Missin the days of NCSU
Like high school varsity teams
Those who know, do know
NCS was D, minus JB
Now we’re all wondering why I singled U out
Cuz it’s your letter, man
The whole reason U put this together fam
Look what U made
Vote on your page
Let’s ride your wave
Took stage in the bay
Who on your list could say the same
I’m just tryna eat and compete
Like everyone in the game
You made a list
I checked it twice
You forgotten a name
Wayne