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Chris Webby
Chris Webby
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Chris Webby
Chris Webby
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Jake Anthony Procanik
Jake Anthony Procanik
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Brian Joseph Eisner
Brian Joseph Eisner
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David A Webster
David A Webster
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Kyle Robert Crosby English
Kyle Robert Crosby English
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JP on Da Track
JP on Da Track
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KyleCE
KyleCE
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David A Webster
David A Webster
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Strike fear in the heart my foes everywhere I go Too rough for the TV shows and radio And I try to make friends but Still I always end up in my sandbox alone They don't want to play with me They afraid of me, I know See I came from war with the blood that will stain the sword Pulling up around enough bodies that will lay on the floor I'm a Category Four when it rains it pours, yeah Kicking down the frame of your door I got the Hammer of Thor I send shocks that will rattle your chords Spattered the walls, that's what I brought the janitors for My hands on the trigger and that's what they've been panicking for I'd go to war like, you know, Obi, Yoda and Anakin or Harrison Ford And I'm hitting the Warp Drive Get caught like a fall guy with a - they got cross-eyed I got crosshairs on a hair on heads and jawlines Of my enemies, so I squeeze, and fuck it we all die I'm only showing up for the blood like a horsefly I don't care if it yours mine on or its on all sides, fuck 'em Line in the sand my man is small-time Look around what I'm drawing on the ground is a faultline All I see around here is afraid-assed rappers Just a bunch of Diddy party-going gay-ass rappers Flying with Epstein when they need to get away And because they tend to like them underage-ass rappers Flight log with a plane-ass rappers Sucking dick for the fame-ass rappers This is game-ass backwards, just a bunch of fake-ass rappers Making Illuminati hand gesturing like they in a gang-ass rappers Listen, I used to think if I was actually fire And had the talent to inspire from attract to decipher If I worked hard on my craft I could bridge the gap Silly me, if I spent that time trafficking minors I'd be sacrificing goats with Jay-Z and B With a Grammy on my wall but that just ain't me What I am is the beast and ain't none of them ready Mubaffa can't save them if they fuck the Moetti? Strike fear in the heart my foes everywhere I go Too rough for the TV shows and radio And I try to make friends but Still I always end up in my sandbox alone They don't want to play with me They afraid of me, I know Better listen, fuckin' Mo's a bad choice, like Hiring the Clintons for babysittin' I'm flippin', bustin' a couple shots with precision Even the Devil's second guessing messing with Christian No stopping this shit, I'm right, if I got you up in my sights I can't help but squeeze one off, no one's off limits tonight With a politician, a Pope, to Obama, and Big Mike Pardon me, I meant to say he's very masculine wife Yeah, you can say I'm used to being in hot water Ever since the thoughts that I got, got broader Sacred cows around me get slaughtered Dura-flame throw and spark I'm a firestarter Don't bark up the wrong tree or step in the wrong puddle 'Cause Webby's a raw dog with a leash of a strong muzzle I suggest you reconsider before you start trouble, trust me You don't want your name up in one of my thought bubbles He started as a cub in the pride but I grown some Now there ain't a piece of the Savannah that I don't run Giant with they follow my Fe fa with the fo fum Solitaire, with it sill, playing by my lonesome I am the mike, the microphone shogun Never give ground I bow down to no one Veins pump frozen blood of the chosen You'll never see another like me, the mold's broken I cause commotion I fit the bill of an apex predator in for the kill If I don't taste blood it better at least spill Then water the fucking plants on the dirt of the battlefield Got wounds that won't heal but left a lot too That's why they regroup platoon-zing with true I play solitaire cause they scared to loose Better run run when I come through Strike fear in the heart my foes everywhere I go Too rough for the TV shows and radio And I try to make friends but Still I always end up in my sandbox alone They don't want to play with me They afraid of me, I know They don't want to play with me They afraid of me, I know
Writer(s): Brian Joseph Eisner, Chris Webby, David A Webster, Jake Anthony Procanik, Kyle Robert Crosby English Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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