Ashtin Larold - Good Looks (2011 MC Showcase) lyrics

[Verse] Yeah I've been that nobody screaming, "f** the mainstream! It's over-hyped!" Blew up from this battle overnight, now they know I'm nice Flow is so precise Wearing gloves when I hold the mic So my hands don't get frozen by bars colder than polar ice f** you, I love you; bipolar on the track You see a flash of white before you die, like polar bear attacks f** a, chip on my shoulder, got a boulder on my back With vocab more addictive than the bogies in your pack Laying vocals on the track, you can keep the f**ing paperwork They said I wouldn't do it, so I made it work Slaying verse after verse, press repeat, then rehearse 'Til you hear me playing on the radio on your way to work Can't let this slip, man, I gotta get it poppin' Cliché as it may be, failure's never been an option I'm climbing to the top, and I ain't slowing down or stoppin' 'Til I blow up bigger than the Oklahoma City bombing I don't think you understand just how much I need this I wanna be a millionaire; where the f** is Regis? If Eminem's a god, then it's only fair I'm Jesus I've been doing this before I had a hair above my penis Man, I need this Twice as savage as the Macho Man Laying bodies on the beat; I'm the f**in' Son of Sam Traveled down the rabbit hole, stumbled on a promised land Shootin' for the moon; wake me up when the Apollo lands, yeah And watch me stomp inside a crater Speaking of Apollo, I'm like Rocky to these haters Authentic's all I know; being fake's not in my nature Spittin' bars so hot, they could evaporate a glacier Yeah, I'm on my Inconvenient Truth sh** Assa**inate a rapper on some John Wilkes Booth sh** Who's this new kid spitting f**ing ruthless? Hip-hop's Messiah, better run and tell Judas Yeah, I could write a track with my eyes closed Ain't you seen me yet? You must be wearing f**ing blindfolds Cause I know that my flow is ice-cold It's got this game by the neck in a f**ing vise hold Yeah, I'm gonna choke it 'til it's snappin' Got the ball rolling; only time will tell what happens Got the drive, and I got the style and the talent I re-invented rap; I should have the f**ing patent But I'mma do this sh** my way Made my own lane ‘cause there was traffic on the highway Shook the game up, and it landed f**ing sideways But that's enough; this beat's giving me a migraine [Outro] Calling out Token, k**a Kre, Ben Sommers, and Slim Jesus Smoke weed