araabMUZIK - Grand Thought Auto lyrics

[Verse 1] Not balling like Spalding, wanna win it like Pauling Or Marie Curie, radio activity's appalling Dynamite explosive, Eyjafjallajökull Vesuvius or Etna, this yokel's going global I'll open up your retina, that third ocular V's for Vulcan prospering, hot damn he's so Spocktocular I'm interactivodular, I'm quoting Raffi Beat on against the current to the green light, f** your Gatsby Not trying to incite ya, hopes to be insightful f**ing up the formal charge, I'll invite ya Invite 'em in, hey this B A enlightening Change of pace from Still Fighting It And I know I'm still writing it But here's a change in the scenery At least it's changing what it means to me And every song's like [Hook] Drop more bars, get cars, be the Rockstar Well here's my Grand Thought Auto Going full throttle Something rare, enrapturing And capturing some lightning in a bottle [Verse 2] I don't think you're stopping this Shouts out to King Comptroller I'm competent and confident That my Control's reaching Compton kids Of quartz I'm f**ing rocking it, don't take this sh** for granite, I'm so gneiss Yeah I'm fresh as mint floss, pop like lip gloss Lip service to Rick Ross, not pissed off, I think soft Speak swagerrific, the antithesis of pimp sh** Rather start Ignition than get pissed on I'm so captivating, capturing more than your Snapchats Lyrical disaster, multisyllabic master Faster faster, bust a rhyme they keep telling me Eviscerating every track, convicted zero felonies I got the focus of an 80-year-old who lost his favorite pair of gla**es Moving slower than mola**es As I question what the task is Just trying to figure it out, between small liquor amounts After honey like Winnie, so witty, like Tigger I bounce So here's some vigorous shouts But hey don't ask what this kid is about When every song's like [Hook] [Verse 3] The Pillsbury native's putting icing on the cake on the now Cake, cake, cake, cake, cake You know how many times I've just sat in this seat Rapped to this beat on repeat, and then ran back to the street It's like Sussudio, Psycho in the studio Christen Bales of bars, hope this sh** is getting through to you I slow roll you Slowpokes, strike a match on this spare bowl With reloaded local vocals from the no coast snow fold I'm blowing up like Beauregard, no regard to your claims of gods Call me Charizard cause I'm charring bars Dropping lines like I'm bumping to neumes Resume the tune, this stream of thoughts become a typhoon Can't you hear me listening, to inner discipline Listing what you're missing worsens condition You ain't confined by the contents of context It ain't that complex So here's remedial media, awful rare in this medium Hope you heed the seed the Swede just placed in the tedium Try to complete this endless cycle pedia This bipedal creature's got hopes of Brainfeeding ya