My speed is rising per minute (m-m-m-minute)
Not like you could care to keep up (keep up)
Damn, I could sit on your rhymes and you’d die of heartbreak
So man don’t mess with me
Hear that? (Bang!) That’s the sound of me comin’
My words are six per microsecond
Yours a three micro-peckin’
Pecking through my notebook full of rhymes
When I lay show times
It’s for free cuz I got the cash I need
Maybe none at all but you get what I mean
(But) You thought my rhymes were bad?
Like I’d bore and treat you like a piece of crap?
Kids at school ask me for a rap (Rap for me!)
So I lay ‘em down in this trap
You asking me for these rhymes
Oh, dear, look at the time!
I’d best get going if you don’t wanna die
Cuz my speed can really pass the time!
My speed is rising per minute (m-m-m-minute)
Not like you could care to keep up (keep up)
Damn, I could sit on your rhymes and you’d die of heartbreak
So man don’t mess with me
Hear that? (Bang!) That’s the sound of me comin’
With my speed, you all be wannabes
Thinking, you wishing, to be as great as me
But it ain’t gonna happen, no sir-ee!
If you ask 2-pac, 99 Rukus, A Tribe Called Quest
Or even damn Britannia Spears
They’ll say
“Oh, RapTop? Yeah he’s a cool dude!”
I’m the one who divorced good ol’ Johnny and Amber
Cuz I stood on the stop
Rhyming away, stole her
From him hear him complaining (Get off it!)
She just stands laughs
We’re having a good time (Hey honey!)
“Pff, how old are you, four?”
Well, I understand why the hell you’d say that
Cuz four is how I make out and act
But what if I was secretly 2700 years old
Whom comes from a planet, which is really, really, cold
(With rhymes)
I’m scratching this paper with pen
Cuz I ain’t knowing I’m from this den
With unnecessary superpowers
That ain’t unnecessary
Cuz one is rhyming which I’m a professional at
No Star Wars but laser guns, table tops, damn old cricket bat
I’m ripping these (mother damnin’) hoes like a freakin’ machine
You say I ain’t?
You fat ass Durv with the crappy click bait!
No I ain’t gon’ repeat CRAP!
Yeah, I know what a chorus is!
But if you’re not hooked, fine leave
But don’t get jealous when my child conceives!
Argue? Damn here’s your god damn chorus
But don’t blame me if I start to bore yas!
My speed is rising per minute (m-m-m-minute)
Not like you could care to keep up (keep up)
Damn, I could sit on your rhymes and you’d die of heartbreak
So man don’t mess with me
Hear that? (Bang!) That’s the sound of me comin’
“Oh, what the hell is this song?
This is just stuff about complaints
Which he hasn’t even gotten yet!”
Well, if you reckon, you may die trying
To stop this show that I am dying
To show to you like ‘what a show!’
The show of shows can’t be showed
Just yet but damn I promise
I won’t let you down
If this album so far seems bad
I’ll try again until you’re glad
But if you’re never happy
Please I’m just young I’m trying
To entertain you with lyrics the best I can
I swear I won’t attack you with pens
Saying stuff like “LIKE THE SONG!
FOLLOW ME ON SOCIAL MEDIA!!”
Please, I hate self-promotion
So remember I’m a kid
But if we join together we can just——
Oh, screw that, you suck I rule cuz
Welcome back to fast
Oh, hi, Mr Dad!
How the hell was your day at work?
Is retail fun? Cuz your 40 years old!
(Yeah, I love you, but why not go finish Uni?)
My life is nice
Hang out with friends, make songs, cartoons
You could say I’m Livin’ la vida loca!
How long is this song?
As of now it’s about 2:43
Good, I’m not done
Dumbass, glass, class, pass, mass, ass (donkeh!)
What else?
Chicken craps, mother maps, sushi caps, dick hats
Mother freaking ass on toast
Slow down my songs?
No way, cuz
My speed is rising per minute (m-m-m-minute)
Not like you could care to keep up (keep up)
Damn, I could sit on your rhymes and you’d die of heartbreak
So man don’t mess with me
Hear that? (Bang!) That’s the sound of me comin’
