[Verse 1]
I spit hail to brain cells
Like rain fell cept I aim well
So my cells are inhaled
And I can tell hell to chill
And if I feel the need to extend my sales I will
I seen my dreams turn to nightmares
Tried to fight life right
But life, it don't fight fair
You bare burdens
Just to burn in the sun
Now They're in the money,
And we're number #1
Saddening that-that means
Beans and a hill of em'
Even when you k**in em'
Billboard fillin' em'
With the minimum of hits
That you can run with
You feeling higher than the sun-sits
And you come get your pay-check geeking
Thinking you'll won't make less than a mil
Cause you did a mill in a weekend
So please don't k** the messenga'
But these rappers are actors, and dress up thugs
Stand up comedians, standing in the median
Doing just enough to be standard in the media
Stereotypes, feed off stereohype
And they don't care if you nice
"we just want something that gets the club up and hyped"
Thats what they say now-a-days
But the way that I blaze
I'll be trapped in a cage
When the pen maps this place
And they don't appreciate
My whine for it's age
Combined with my stage presence
I designed each line to unblind the crowd thats in my lesson
Clouded by the essence of the lies like stenches I arrive as a scribe
To inspire the unmentioned
Rhyme with a message, that's my M.O
I say, as I arrive in my limo
Yo, demo tape rappers couldn't match the mix
You spit content it's nonsense, master it
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And I'm Reptar
To all you n***a's that's rap stars
How you ganna' act hard without a trap card?
Say you ain't jelly but you act jarred
It's a dark world
Ask the God from Asgard
[Verse 2]
I Am the...
The Cream of the crop
A Beatle to rock
A needle to shots
Medievil as the people who weezle and plot
A son of a god, run in front mobs
Under the cobs
Webbin like a weapon
Collected the nods
Heading over to the 7 or eleven is odd
I never did pry
Whenever I was in an endeavor of mine
Cleverest lines, edited why?
They never declined
My Every essence is measured in primes
Accredited by reverence in the presence of eyes
A peasant am I?
Is a reference to evidence supplied?
I'm living a life not giving a fee
Or fly a piece of mind
Until I get a piece of mine
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[Verse 3]
Which half of half-breed
Is the catastrophe
Having atrophy is actually
The reason I take rap so pa**ionately
And masterfully in that capacity
These fig newtons couldn't grasp the gravity
I Match degrees with master thieves
The blasphemy of hatching these Conspiracies
Thats the reason that
I'll never be the last to leap
They ask of me the last to sleep
If I've had a nap in the last of weeks
Nah, n***a, catch I keep
Early bird n***a's never the last to eat
My Homie blast that beat...
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