[Verse: No Idols]
It's No Idols, not a hero
They though I quit the rapping
It's a gift, part of the package
But, what the fuck do you know?
These fuckers will lie like tales with the De Niro
Shark bait, fishing for lyrics like they with Nemo
Used to group with roomies
Now, I room with groupies
Stacking up my money
Like Link collecting his rupees
I'll never relax like Snoopy
People claiming the truth be
Overrated like people
Referring to sliced bread
I'm a boss, homie, C.E.O got bank accounts
Stranger than fiction, I'm narrating your whereabouts
How I get from living in Maryland to Paramount
To my surprise, though, my name is still in the underground
Ninety five, 'Bury born, raised as a sinner
Where we joyride whips and we ate our TV dinners
Aiming for a platinum plaque, just the dreams of a winner
Spending money on a verse, gotta start as a beginner
I'm a soldier in this rap war shooting for the team
APE is the label, we sicker than wet dreams
And that means, we're gonna blow by all means
My team keep to ourselves like a quilt with tight seams
You rappers a bunch of lookalike, attack of the clones
Just keeping your bars locked out like I'm Davy Jones
And know that I'm on my way up, Still watching the throne
You take the beat as a slingshot, my bars are the stones
[Hook: No Idols]
See, I fought for my position, Killing my competition
You asking me for advice, I'll say fuck you and your mission
No one asked for your vision, we don't need an optician
My lyrical composition is just shy of religion
Got a message for rappers, get on your knees, Amen
All of your lyrics are funny, must be comedians
Alright, we running this game, you can sit in the bench
I'll make you something from nothing, give me a beat and a pen
[Verse Two: Deno Diamond]
Shit I been chilling for a while now
Tryna keep it cool but now a nigga wanna wild out
Sipping on that Malibu and chilling with No Idols
Lyrical recitals , All you niggas bitching, you need to go pop a Midol
You might of not heard of Deno, That nigga called Deno Diamond
But nigga learn as of right now a nigga flow suicidal
How these niggas wanna say they run the game, bitch
And when I play 'em, all I'm hearing is the same shit
Punch lines improbable spitting that lame shit
Preposterous, the shit they say probably ain't shit
And they say Deno, you a strange kid
But all I really see is just a bunch of bitches hating
They try to hold a nigga down but bitch I'm weightless
No time to waste a nigga working hard for greatness
Spitting trippy lyrics on niggas like its a choppa
Frontline told me just say the word and guns go blacca-blacca
Back in the trap make niggas disappear, abracadabra
I'm the president of my shit, moving in La Casablanca
Couple bitches call me papa, Jamaicans call me the rappa
You pessimist niggas think peude salir de bueno nada
My bad, that means they thinking that good can come from nothing
But me, I made it to something from nothing and I'm just loving
The talent that I've become and the magic that I get done in
The studio you niggas wouldn't know
How far a nigga coming
Ok, my nigga told me done 'em
[Verse Three: No Idols]
We the realist
Fuck ya feelings
Take off the roof
My money stack to the ceiling
I'm beasting, you rappers healing
And some of y'all disappearing
Your bars are unappealing
I'm ending it with a sealant
[Hook: No Idols]
See, I fought for my position, Killing my competition
You asking me for advice, I'll say fuck you and your mission
No one asked for your vision, we don't need an optician
My lyrical composition is just shy of religion
Got a message for rappers, get on your knees, Amen
All of your lyrics are funny, must be comedians
Alright, we running this game, you can sit in the bench
I'll make you something from nothing, give me a beat and a pen
