[Hook: Modd EZ]
I got the game up in a vice grip
Couch Potato, M-O-D-D, yeah they type sick
Got the ammo, I'm just saying that it might spit
Bumping headphones as the pen moves, how my night's spent
I got the game up in a vicegrip
Couch Potato, M-O-D-D, yeah they type sick
Got the ammo, I'm just saying that it might spit
Bumping headphones as the pen moves, how my night's spent
[Verse 1: Modd EZ]
I been harmonic its like reiki or kundalini
Who could truly see me, I go poof where's the foolish Genie
Moments of happiness, they say your atoning is blasphemous
But ask for your a** to kiss when your arrogant
On the real I rather just perfect my perfection
As I lessen your lessons
All your speculation suspect is worth less then a spec and
I'm a pro at progression
All your slogans slowly seeing the depth of depression
You couldn't mesh with message
These actors a** and asinine
These One wing n***as ain't half as fly
These slaves with a master ain't masterminds
So don't ask for mine tell a n***a like(woop)
I'm the man this year (woop), these them alibis here (woop)
Close the caskets then let these n***a gasp for air
Drift of the pencil watch my pages kicking my mental
They dig for remnantsً of rebels don't worry n***a I'll let you (woop)
Go think you nice (woop) while they feed you lies (woop)
Them deceitful crimes then I turn to he who snipes
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Couch Potato]
I know he ain't better than me
Somebody better tell than man he
Looking real wack
Ain't spittin' no facts so he pretty irrelevant
All about the presidents, CMC/Money Gang
Running through your city and we taking over everything
Boy too sick, never took vitamins
Everybody getting sh**ted on, call it “Chocolate Rain”
Call me insane, no call me gifted
They say they like how I'm different
Rap about sh** that I'm living and I'm giving the game what its missing
I'm taking the game form you b**hes
I hope that you have enjoyed it
Game in a vice grip, your career in the toilet
First they would ridicule, now they recognize
b**hes trying not to drool when I step inside
Be chill, you don't want to be k**ed lyrically
I be k**ing these, trillz
Tell your boy for real, stop trying to spit with inadequate sk**
Real rappers get deals, I will
Mess around, k**ing off n***as I don't feel
Born in a zoo, concrete jungle, Call me Bear Grylls
World in my hand, sit back taller than you on your last stand
Beef ain't nothing, tell your man
I'm a hot potato, you don't want me on your hands
[Hook]