Rappity Raps (feat. Kenny Mason)

[Part I]

Aw shit look
I'm bringin' rap back, I'm bringin' that rappity-rap shit back
I'm bringin' that runnin' the track shit back pass the hasta for you pass don't crash that shit
I'm bringin' the gas back in a backpack pa-pa-pa-pack your bags baby
Baby I ain't mad at that, it don't matter better dead it
You will see me in a minute I'ma get the mac and get some fuckin' money
I ain't got a plan, but I got a gun, I don't need your hands, I ain't takin' chromes
Show me to your land, I'ma kill your lamb, burn your farm I'm the man
Take an arm and a leg, head, dead, fed to the pigs
Yeah yeah nigga I ain't scared
Shakin' tables throwin' chairs
Poke the bear, smokin' gas, smokey bear
Chest froze, polar bear
Lame niggas over there, you the same, go over there
Take his chain, souvenir
Chip his tooth, a new veneer
Hit the booth and who appear?
Who in fear, who don't fear me?
You gon' feel the force, fifty times more
Doors gettin' torn off the hinges
Jiddy vengeant, rev the engine

I'ma have to get my dogs out of the dog pound 'fore they kill something
I don't need to have a tall mutt, I ain't seen shit, I ain't did nun
I don't tell her nothin' false I been a real one since a lil one
I'ma have to pass on the pussy but I don't mind gettin' my dick sucked
I'ma have to have my ears up I don't know these niggas in the 6 bruh
They don't really make me flinch bruh, 'cause my big bruh got a clip bruh
I'm a problem, I'm a big one all the opps finna have to click up
Nigga playin' like Nintendo, that extendo make him switch up

[Part II]

Oh shit
Tryna find myself I need to change, oh my God
Asking God to grow it start to rain, oh my God
Ridin' through the city in my range, oh my God
Thinkin' about blowin' out your brains

I was doin' bad, now do racks
Now im like Giannis at the rec, uh
Got a chain, but he came with some shackles
Back to back to back but we ain't goin' back, what
With a pump, no asthma
I attack 'till I see plasma
Screen-scan we kill cancers
In my stance I'm smoother than a fucking praying mantis
Praying hands for anyone thinkin' of playin' games
I got atypical flows to keep you niggas on the tip of yo' toes
I got the go-ahead, the give and go, the get a nigga shakin' like a silly stripper bitch on a pole
I'm at your forehead, get off my gonads, I said it before this, I really be zonin'
Zone 6, we door-kick then stole kicks from drove whips, for joyrides and then ditched 'em
Temple checkin' we checkin' niggas temperature
Delicatessen, the breadwinner, let us pray over the dinner while they prey on us
You get the picture, I am not the victim
Put a bounty on your head, quicker picker upper nigga
On the run, rip a ligament
My pigment, grab pen or throw the pigskin
I slit wrists dead serious 'bout my business benjamins
Morticians couldn't figure out who limbs this is
10 out of 10 I'm in something tinted, brain tilted
Crane kick a nigga straight through the ceiling, no hard feelings