[Intro]
Yo!! I ain't got much time to waste on this, just let the beat drop and let me rock on it
[Verse]
I ain't never stopped rappin, only sick of you hommies trapping
Watching y'all from a distance, took a break, now I'm back on my rap thing
They say Carrio, you dont rap again? But the truth is I dont wanna hear trash again
I'ma go battle rap, I smack again
Now here I am schooling you how to rap again
Show me the d**, show me the broads, show me everything that you talk about
Show me the cars, show me the bars, show me the ice that you rock about
You getting funny money, looking like comedians, show me your percentages
I'm a loner but when I do hang out, I do it with a bunch of savages
I'ma wrecking ball, tear the place down and present you the goddamn wreckages
I keep it 100 before the mic and in real life, no fronting for the cameras
Panda, panda, panda, panda....I don't comprehend what you're saying boy
And if you don't be careful, you gon make me lose my patience boy
Don't test me, don't vex, none of you is impressive
All of your rhymes you're spitting, they make us depressive
You f*ggots, you're puppets
They throw you a deal and make you spit ish that put us into a recession
I done had enough, I swear its enough of this hogwash
If they locked you up in a prison cell, trust me, you still wouldn't have bars bruh
I'm spitting flames, I'm spitting fire
Hot larva flowing though my silver iron
God is my comforter, reason I'm naming my son Nehemiah
None of you is rapping, you're trapping in a rented condo
You need to go to Ghana, they're gon teach you how to dance Azonto
When I ask you to move boy, boy better do it pronto
I wanna rock my Afro but Niner loves the cornrow
You got broads in Atlanta? Shut up boy, you're a liar
Coming with my boxing gloves, so you know I'm a fighter
How the hell do you sell records? Who the hell is the buyer?
With your childish rhymes, I could've sworn you wear diapers
I'm god, I'm a legend, I'm pegasus
My exodus, my transformation; morphogenesis
This is science, this is physics, you dont want me to prove it
'Cos if i do..Oh my my, I'm just about lose it
My pitch, pitch, my tempo fixed on a beat, beat
Ain' nobody wanna be me
Another reference to Ghana, but nobody can see this
Even when I put in your face, you still couldn't conceive this
You had your own chance on your own beat, and you still couldn't k** it
What the hell is wrong with these rappers, man?
Bunch of imposters, I call 'em scammers, man
Don't wanna hear none of your garbage, man
Blabbing bunch of words with no punctuations, no paragraphs
Never been a faker, never been a hater
This is no bragging, but I'm flyer than the ravens
I pull out of the basement and come up with a dope track
All you get is straight crack and if not, you get your dough back
[Outro: Carrio Xanders & DjJoshBills together]
(English and German)
Look, I ain't playing with ya (459 digga, du weißt)
For real, I ain't playin with none of ya
I ain't playing with ya (Jetzt, wisst ihr kleinen fotzen, wie es geht)
Y'all need to get off that trapping, get back to rap
This is how you k** a goddamn beat, Carrio Xanders (Alles klar, straight)