[Verse]
Making dope raps, yeah that's my job, got a lotta hope, gotta give me props
Tryna cop money and the honey's, too lyrical for these dummies, hustle in the lab real mighty
Usually smoking, writing in the Jeep, suddenly people start to notice me
Aphrodite's really like the deity they see, wack emcees are sorta like refugees
When they see the fighter hit the scene, improvising, visualizing possibilities
Minimizing hostilities, realizing enemies are no friend to me
Staying up all night, working with incite to expedite the process, progress is flawless
Give shortness of breathe, to haters with threat
See I'm really tryna be the motherf**in' best
I suggest you get your bars up, cause I'm spreading havoc, express, f** dread, I'm too manic
Shake the planet with aggressiveness, it ain't selfishness, it's just common sense
Im dense like a nug from my dealer
Don't need a feature when I'm spitting these feelers
Now I'm a teacher to writers tryna think deeper, I'm the grim reaper and this game is a keeper
I live an unpredictable life, I'm so respectable with the mic
Yes I give Hip-Hop so much light
And my mind is bright and fresh like a sprite, misapplied artists don't need limelight!
Man don't you know that your lyrics are pathetic, don't you know that I'm so poetic?
Can you keep up with the pace, I'm in a race, brace for disgrace
My dream I embrace every single day
Insane in the studio, remain making audio
My brains intangible, mellow when I'm smoking doe Tragic foes don't get hoes, on the f**ing real yo, ain't gonna stop my name, if it goes radio
Weiser's a different breed, in this game of misery, chase victory, my delivery's treachery
I ain't taking no breaks, I might mistakes
Making my way to the top, no time for any snakes
Brutal ideas come out my equilibrium
Futile ideas can't match Dan Weiser's thump
Worried much haters run, while in the same room as us
If you're becoming one, thanks for the views and such
I want a fan base, getting one would be clutch
Light the dutch, while I'm chilling, eating brunch