Can't be seen on stage or screen yet, but dude is
amazing on the web. I can't lose, I'm Peter Parker Lewis.
I'll eat your heart and chew it in front of you if that's what I need to do to prove I'm the sickest, illest, and truest.
Fill pavillions with music even if it's not with you. It's the old saying the show must go on that makes me do it.
I'm anxious but doubled down on patience. The wait is agonizing, but the payoff's pure elation.
Not breaking a sweat. Even if I did, I wouldn't let you see it. I'd say it's raining in doors if you even noticed a bead. Uh.
Got my pride. I'm so guarded. I, ay have something in store for you, but I'm no target.
Maybe if you opened a bodega where the street crosses, you could say you cornered the market but I'm on this rap mountain too and can't be pushed off it.
Don't even need a crew. I'll go in you pussies alone and I call that the bush doctrine.
If my gift pisses you off some, that's what happens to you stains caught on the porceline.
If my gift pisses you off some, that's what happens to you stains caught on the porceline.
In turmoil I burn oil at midnight. Working in dim light 'cause the wick won't sit right.
I spit Ike Turner, 'cause just when you least expect it, it'll hit you and then you'll learn your lesson.
I'm not lip professing. My profession's like gynocologist, or urologysts, I answer the burning questions.
I'm Merlin with just pen and paper, a desk, and a locked door. Self contain in no need of suggestions.
I'm just me and not more. I got walls but refuse to be put in a box, so what would I put on a front for?
Cats that act hard on the outside just want affection
like hugs and kisses, that's why they call it an XO skeleton.
I'm just an elephant in the room. Can't help it if every time I clear my throat, you can hear the trumpet boom.
I'm an artist and I do more than just wear signs of it on my sleeve. I stay covered in the paint like Shaq getting double teamed.
If my gift pisses you off some, that's what happens to you stains caught on the porceline.
If my gift pisses you off some, that's what happens to you stains caught on the porceline.
Your worst nightmare. DJ Khalid got his wes" and "hes mixed up, 'cause the best is right here.
If you can not hear the resevoire dog rawness
in this
you aint got the right ear for it.
I don't spit fires but I do indeed start them with sparks flung when sharp wit zips off a sharp tongue.
Pardon if my gift pisses you off some. That's what happens to you stains caught on the porcelain.
Claiming you're the shit when you're just the smeared portion. Claiming you're the king? Well, this ace just hit the royal flush.
Doyle Brunson amongst these young-guns rapid firing with no aim while my musket busts once.
At the head vampire which leads to the rest of them dying so you can't make more that bite and suck.
Zeus in the booth fucking you titans up. Every time a mic gets touched it's like lightening struck.
I rock well.
If my gift pisses you off some, that's what happens to you stains caught on the porceline.
If my gift pisses you off some, that's what happens to you stains caught on the porceline.