BOGUS (feat. ZH3DD)

Fuck fame, man, I just want y'all to know this

I am not a fuckin' rapper, but a poet

I don't need to rap fast to show that you're bogus I flow with focus

You think that you got creative spirit

Your music? I holy ghost it, uh

I don't really care about the tea that you spill

I don't really give a damn about your problems, so chill

I'm addicted to the music, but you're worse, man, for real

You're addicted to the views and how you're poppin' appeal

I don't need a lecture with the things I'm doin'

I turn a damn professor to a student

I'm proving you **** wrong, shine against you like Stanley Kubrick

My flow? Be claustrophobic

Cause there ain't room for improvement

If I hear they change the game again, I'll fuckin' lose it

All I hear are reruns of today's music

I'm also hearing these conservative rappers who bitch about today's politics

But shit, that don't matter, just showin' disrespect

Shit is just pitiful, wack people

like MacDonald should know that my lyrical mac lethal

I'm the imperial ****, you'll get the hint, though

I'm a serial killer that's in your window

Starting a crescendo of screams while Drake is pushing P's

Pushing albums at ease my little ass to sleep

But before I be closing my eyes and counting sheep

Man, I need a story to read, thank God for Pusha T

If you don't get what I'm saying, I'll fuckin' summarize it

Rap is fuckin' boring till we weaponize it

Waiting for subliminals

Every diss is minimal

Every line should go hard and be unpredictable

Man, I'm tearing into you ****, it's that simple

I'll be poppin' a lyrical cap into your fuckin' temple

All the things that pop about you **** are your pimples

Blow the whistle, ref, I think I turned these **** into cripples

It ain't no limit to my madness

I'm driftin' off the cabbage

Twistin' marijuana leaves up in that bag to ease the baggage

Been feelin' like I'm Allen, I don't even gotta practice

Said he got the game on lock

I got it gated like a palace

Gators in the moat

Different flavors of the dope

And yo, I always been a player, but they player hate the most

A bunch of silky Johnsons, and they really want me dead, yo

But I put that cheese up on your head like fans from Wisconsin

And I'm all about that action, word to Bronson

Don't got one forgiving bone, you gon' have to see the parson

The pastor and the reverend

I'm bout to hurt his pride, he need Excedrin

Since we reaping what we sow, I just been needle threadin'

To be the best, you gotta beat the best

That's why I'm on this beat, throwing shots like meta peace

When he was Ron Artest

I'll take your queen like she a piece of chess

Then bang on my behemoth chest, I'm Donkey Kong, you Diddy at best

I need a DD, smoking out a big pound of fresh to drown the stress

Pouring bottles of tequila down my neck, and I never took a charge

I just keep receiving techs, shoot through your vest

Because this rifle big enough to down a jet, yo

I make her freak come alive like Dr. Frankenstein

And every single strain to plug gave me look at crystalline

Peep the way I shift that paradigm of rap, I do it every time

I get up on this track, As sweet as saccharine

Got metal on me like I'm alkaline

Anybody wanna battle, got a slug that's taking half his mind

I'm stingin' like a bee, I'm Cassius in his prime

Orange diamonds shining on my neck

Look like clementines