Chris Labella - DMC JR. lyrics

[Intro: Lil Wayne] I'm quoted for saying I'm the best rapper alive, I mean, nowadays... Nobody, they ain't even tryna be the best rapper or the best at anything, they just tryna be them and do what the other people say is OK. And, uh... I'm not a part of that culture and I'm damn sure happy I'm not [Intro: CRASHprez] I'm drinkin' hot tea... feel me? [Verse 1] You can't f** with my regime Boy, you'd suffer on the scene I keep Dasani in a double cup Sober kid sippin' clean Mountaintops in my dreams You could never k** the king I'm grippin' d**h by the throat, throw it in the choke, hit the guillotine Bumbaclot, you don't get the sentence AFTER F, boy, I been descendant Hit the corner store with my bros To cop calling cards for prepaid repentance We watchin' y'all fiend for the squad Got a n***a fetish, so dependent Bet you won't dance with d**h Like the CPD They hit LaQuan, they ain't been to Memphis Remind me how this ‘posed to go: You got a semiautomatic in your overcoat With a boatload of coke in a stolen Rolls With your neck and your toes and your molars gold OR You blow loads of dro, you strokin' hoes, and both your folks are from broken homes But when we fact check that and hold it close You barely in the hood like the grocery store? Awww… You wanna be a n***a so bad, that's cute as hell! But my skin's not for sale You fake the funk, we can f**in' tell and I'm snitchin'... Can't finesse my culture cuz you finished I spend every minute in the trenches I'm the undisputed undefeated reason you n***as standin' at attention [Chorus] If I speak it, then I mean it, best believe it Push a beater like a Beamer with no ceilings For ‘99, the 2000, the future I feel like a martian like I'm DMC, Jr DMC, Jr [Verse 2] I'm right here with the terror Fist fulla Black, better grab an umbrella One time for the heads locked down right now… Making ya couch and ya sweater Suburban boy, I ain't no savage Been diggin' graves since the Datpiff This rhythm of mine counterclock my circadian leaving my eyes with the baggage I don't wanna wake up to another 20 texts Telling me that someone died too young I don't wanna lay up on my d**hbed thinkin' that I shoulda went harder when I was 21 I'll stick to water You keep the blunt Never get caught in New York with a gun Never let rich motherf**ers own all of your art cuz I promise you'll just get the crumbs The hottest one under the sun… Motherf**er, I'm ill! Not sponsored by the Beats Pill Waveridin' drill and fake trill Please keep the hate out my radius We too busy buildin' the future You still replicatin' Nayvadius But you're only shooters on computers [Bridge] Ain't no one checkin that disrespect? I'm pickin' the switch when you actin' out All y'all n***as on notice This a dedication, get it out the drought Game ain't the same Wayne called it out So I'm ballin' out like Tha Carter out Young Money, Young Money, motherf** the other side what I'm talkin' 'bout Ain't no one checkin y'all disrespect? I'm pickin' the switch when y'all actin' out All y'all n***as on notice This a dedication, get it out the drought Game ain't the same Wayne called it out I'm ballin' out like Tha Carter out Young Money, Young Money, motherf** the other side what I'm talkin' 'bout [Chorus] If I speak it, then I mean it, best believe it Push a beater like a Beamer with no ceilings For ‘99, the 2000, the future I feel like a martian like I'm DMC, Jr DMC, Jr [Outro] Who said the limit the sky? Somebody lied, cuz I still got the feelin' Don't need a disguise, I'm pa**enger side in the ride, I'm tryna find the healin' Posted with Devon in subwoofer heaven, push his Echo like it got no ceilings He said: “These new n***as cain't rap…” I said: “These new n***as ain't CRASH…”