FlyGenyus - Raging Bull V's lyrics

[Verse: FlyGenyus ] The funniest n***a in the group with all the jokes, I do the pokes Doing strokes tryna engineer for my son I'm Marcus Stokes Never balled in Malibu but I'm dreaming on that flight My mind is the Firebird Trans Am so that make me Michael Knight Cruise controlin dodgin writer's block skatin thru these lines With every slash I cut the curves without gettin fined... I write my best sh** when its 4am No d** or liquor I ain't even gotta go & pretend To be the hardest muahf**a while I'm grippin this pen I tell the B-More b**hes No Moreee I give em Ruff Endz... We can't even kick it after gettin cutty man I hear these n***as catch feelins like I can't serve em wit the toasters They need to save their pop tart raps & cool inna holster I'm over, I gotta vision of a Jet Setter Not biting Diggy even though my claws pluck feathers I know right from wrong but people wanna test me See me doing right making goals like Gretzky Females put me in friend zones but wanna have s** wit me All cuz they heard that I'm on the rise, like a Phoenix rising from the ashes Leaping out the trays a lil flew down on the fabric Of your shirt, just to let u a lil piece of me is tryna be attached to u This right here ain't rap honestly this is rhythm & blues My whole tape is Neo Soul, Jazz wit some Country too I'm giving u my pain! The pressure from peers, the loving from friends, my psychotic mind A hopeless ro-mantic n***a in his life with no crime All these n***as lookin stable like a 3legged table People love speaking fables... They never move Cane to Able S.L.R is my specialty u rest in peace Me dumbin down my words is sorta like the d**h of me RapGenius can't decode so I guess I'm just missing links... A n***a going Ape sh** I been the realest since my mother spit me out the womb Danger for these mice I got Metal Fingers like MF DOOM Kickin in the door with the spray yeah, this is a Raid To u roaches that approaches wave a flag or get toasted Toasted like the oats leave u soggy just gasping for air Then make u punch in words like Stephen Hawking in the wheelchair... Uh, a lil Too Deep for the Intro L.I.B. n***a make this rap sh** simple Carry 973 in my lil backpack I'm waiting for the day that they say I brought the East Coast back Yeah, then I add a lil room just for Staten in my backpack Waiting for the day that they say I brought the East Coast back Waiting for the day that they say I brought the