(alex)Slander - Concrete lyrics

So I'm a concrete griot with a demigod complex Rejected by these heavens The abortion of a goddess I'm stomping on these fingers all the way up to the top And I ain't gonna f**ing stop until I'm a god to these potheads Accomplished like a father taking pride in his creation A nations population dominated by paper faces Patience child, grace comes to those who wait Instead you got popped by dead cops hopping hells gates (Wait!) I won't apologize for hating on your ways I'm throwing rocks all day because my house is made of cellophane Wakin' and I'm bakin' Entertaining Satan Stomping on the faces of the kids who said I'd never make it Face it! I basically get paid to get baked Hanging in my basement making music for the haters The next time you think about calling me a fake I hope you trip over my paycheck as you walk up in that bank (b**h!) Because I'm back on my grind Not talking about the core Got a degree in the intensity and I don't need it anymore Mustering all my energy to bust a foot through the door With a list of wishes screaming "down on the f**ing floor!" I got a little tispy swimming through this sea of whiskey I'm switching skin and stitches with a switchblade If you piss me off the band wagon Got sick of these fans braggin' Like their every action matters, but who the f** was askin'? You're dragging with the pa**ion Fashion's f**ing absent Rapping like you've actually got cash in hand For the ugly fans who come out and be actin' Like your sh**'s grade A But it's barely pa**ing Nah! I'll make a grown f**ing man cry Cause I don't gotta be polite when I know that I'm right Do I? So I suggest you put down that mic And let me show these good people what real hip hop sounds like By now I've got them racing their way through this man-made rat race Of unpaved misery, malaise, and mind games My name will leave you curb-stomping in the driveway And higher than Miley Cyrus on her mother f**ing birthday Word play Like it's my way or the highway Caught these snakes trying to slide by with a fake and I said "Nay!" Because it takes real sk**s to levitate up to that level I have settled Check my name and face disheveled AlexSlander the great Hailed the best is what I aim for When I step to that stage floor they get what they paid for I'm spitting dirt words like a claymore for earthworms Replacing the basics with an undisputed first term So first learn that your words will get you burnt So be more concerned when it's your turn to spit the verse Cause Slander's got answers to feed those hungry rap amateur Who stripping every bone I pick like ravenous raptors Can't we just act like some grown f**ing men Instead of pushing the envelope until it rips and it bends Releasing a stream of pretentious dickheads With relentless offenses Getting defensive at the end of every sentence Like "can you please not use the word "f*ggot'" Hey man, I wasn't trying to be rude, but was I asking you? No! I don't give a f** about your thoughts And if I did, I wouldn't be sitting here drowning out your talk Because I'm finally thinking I'm kind of addicted To condescending your kind of thinking I'm sinking and spinning and secretly wishing That I could escape from this tunnel of vision I'm climbing up over the heads of the peasants To get a better view of the heaven I'm promised If I could just escape from hell into the present So whenever I return home to my throne Gather around the round table to sit and hear me spit my fables And if the pressure's overwhelming You can just leave, b**h Because Imma show you what it means to be undefeated