[Verse 1: Cosmic Rock]
Yo, Mic Check...
Cosmic Rock in the street is where I be
You TV imitating rappers get your sh** from Glee
I'm cruising, burning tree but watch my leather seat
Cuz I'll stop the car and leave you on your feet
Let's bring it back
To the golden age of rap
Where they wouldn't jump up on the mic knowing that they're whack
Please leave the militia to attack
Just get the f** back while I rip up the track
You silly cracker jack, you're a snack to my wolf pack
Being brutally honest, you ain't much to look at
You not a man, understand that you're whack
What you think I can't spit a rap cuz I'm not black?
Please, Slim
Who the f** let you in?
Only true rappers are allowed to come and sin
So I'm going to be your North Star to guide you once again
I know you've had enough, but to be dead, you can't pretend
So, let the drums bang. Let the guns bang
Me and my gang stay trill in this thing
I put so much time in all of my rhyming
It's strictly for my fans and not for the diamonds
But I can't lie, bro I gotta stay shining
But family's first, that's why I'm always grinding
I strive to be better. Get the cheddar and the feta
Lyrics so smooth, make the hunnies get wetter
I really really really want a Corvette-ahh
So till then I'm blasting Lyrical Berettas
All you fake MCs will get mother f**ing wet up
But whatever. You will never ever be better than moi
Yeah, uh
So, au revoir
I'm gone. Gone. Gone. Yeah
Gone...gone. b**h, I'm f**ing gone