Only thing that’s extra is the ordinary, flexin but you don’t deserve the merit, zone aware of all the phonies near it, flowin poem spirit known to keep the songs appearin
Track list played backwards has a story in it
Y’all wack kids stay actin, like your only role is dick ridin, and cheer-leadin
Bitch i’m tryna see some real leadin
Trump still tweetin
Got me leakin chumps bills, bleedin
Y’all best believe it
Really I feel it’s misleading, ..
They say then, you best be leavin
Shit, when I get into the beat I treat my skill like a heat seeking rocket propelled grenade
But I don’t curve away from where I aim
I stay increasin, and releasin my game
Unleashing the phrase, life is kinda like a inne minne miney maze paper chase, this gotta be somethin other than a hungry money craze, tho yo so sharpen your knife or your blade, start treatin yo life like the way it was made, I never bite, I’m excitin the flame, enticin and nicen, deciding to style and enlighten they find it insane, frighten them off of the stage, then broaden my range, shorten my reins, I got a hold of The Way, he told me yo, why they all flowin the same? I really don’t know, They diction is lame, they deranged you can tell by the shit that they say in the song, can count em on one hand, like drugs, money, hoes, braggadocio, so what? Couldn’t tell you, no stance-sub, that’s the shit I’m getting rid of, those violatin, gettin written up, pressin charges up in the bars and kickin knowledge, cuz real is hard, and the fake is soft, I don’t get involved with the faint of heart, so the sentence strong, and it made a mark, this shit is difficult to pick apart, I drop in the zone, then I’m flowin get it started, I’m sick of the bullshit, over the lies, I still remain focused, smokin the laud, I rip it and charge, chords and bars, get to the core of the problems at large, focus, never hopeless, flow so sick, like the globe is, shit, system isn’t open, it’s a closed loop, yet we still pollutin, and ruinin it, robbin and lootin the shit til it’s no longer suited to live, so much is beautiful, rich, full of the fruits of existence, to this, you best pay attention, don’t take it for granted the planet is whimperin, chemical composition in the fuckin sky gettin altered to benefit stock rise, a bunch of fuckin greedy white guys, gettin paid millions of dollars to disseminate lies, through the media, people are quick to buy, I don’t believe the hype, I’m spittin my vision, and givin a glimpse to the blind, and with it a piece of mind, committed to get em to feel the vibe, riddlin sentences.., leavin em hype, bringing the soul to the dull, with a powerful shine, resoundin and poundin in line after line, thousands of times, casually turning these beats into casualties, lie em down into the dirt, ..and it’s certain to shake up humanity, flourishing, bourgeoning, then it be crashing and burning, concerning the way people handlin it, so you know The Way I Be plannin some shit, packin it in with a passionate rappin, I spit, and channel the wave, givin it shape like the wind, you soundin the same and a simp, im aimin to win and the cadence is lit, I’m often amazed how we stay in the shit, we was knowin for years that we makin this shit, the planet is rotating yet there’s never any real revolutions when it comes to the shit in immediate need, and really it seems the media turning these people to sheep, and I seen it turn a fuck ton of innocent kids into demons, the youth is the future we teach em to worship bullshit, and all these mothafuckin wack rappers, there's just getting more and more and more and more and more of them
I’m fuckin over it!
So you know The Way I Be vocally goring them, showing no mercy on phonies, and zoning on in the money, I see the shit coming, this shit isn’t over, i keep the shit coming, achieving conglomerate speed when I’m bombin it, I would be writin, recitin, outside of the class in the hall and homies would shout at em, like “that’s a bar !”
Waylo Ray B goin hard, cuz I got the script from the gods, simpletons thought that we all on equivalent odds, to say that a whack in the balls
Stop it I’m fuckin exhausted
But my flow so explosive it started some mosh pits
I abolish imposters, when I’m wreckin a poem off the dome on some hot shit
I will not succumb to that thot shit
Aww shit
On god, I will not quit, when you got knowledge hard to not spit
This for all who ain’t got shit
Need to scrape the bottom of the pot, licked, clean
USA dream is a plot, big scheme
Those pullin strings at the top sick fiends
Willin to fight, I won’t sit back in silence, my spit ain’t compliant to yo bitch needs
Focus on rhymin with somethin besides all the gold and designer and flow switch please, once, cuz all that same song different beat shit be fuckin weak bruh
All factual, the language I speak bruh
Fawk is you talkin bout ?
This The Way I Be son !
