Artifacts - Full Metal Lyricist lyrics

INTRO Yeah Yeah, Con Descendant right here n***a; I been watching y'all motherf**ers man Yeah, Creative Outlet right here VERSE 1 I'm a rapper's lifeline like a ba**line I'm dunking metaphors, they're laying punchlines All black everything; Y'all looking like Popsicles Mr Huxtable, I've got you feeling all uncomfortable Spitting deeper like I'm Barry White n***a that's baritone They be on what I'm on all the way in Cologne Debuting on the mic; I go hard and make it spark I got you stuck between when the light illuminates the dark I'm on my RnB, turnin' nuns into flashers Touch 'em like Omarion, they'll confess like Usher All about the cream, the haters lactose intolerant Counting all my flows is kinda counting calories n***a with pa**ion, all they see is the fashion They don't hear what I'm saying All they hear is an accent But her lips is as soft as eclairs I don't want to go over there But we should skip the first base, and I'll hit the snare You can't compare; make the whole city stop and stare.. Yeah VERSE 2 I said, "Yeah" Ok, Uh, Creative Outlet The boy Con Descendant Auckland City Back when I was corny Mad lonely, hella celibate Hoodie up at the Breaker game for the hell of it Now you're wondering, "Who's the model with?" Blacking out in the booth, Vii yelling, "Snap him out of it!" I don't know graffiti but I get a lot of fines So every time I SHIFT-4, I get dollar signs I'm so appalled but I don't regret I might not recall but I won't forget Next day in church Patron still on my breath I had no idea how live Black Club could get Look, swag is on Haley Crooks But I ain't in the club unless I'm getting booked Kids OD-ing, moms are God fearing Stomp your onion with Timberlands the size of Paul Bunyan She's asking why I ain't take over this rap sh** I hear you baby but let me work on my Masters We moving fast And uh, we on a matress Now stop talking and pa** me that box of Magnums Yo! Instagram rappers just be posting this dumb sh** And when it get to popping you're the first to jump ship All I wanna do is count funds and run sh** Hit her with that game now she just wants to do is run with me So you see VERSE 3 Uh She asked why I'm on the cliff Because I'll be gone in November Forgot by December Hard to remember Fubar, I use bars They don't go to waste, nah 48 Laws like Charlamagne Tha God They ain't really real Not even original, yo who the f** gave all these n***as Adidas deals? Y'all thinking about Sevyn Streeter I'm tryna put my momma in a seven seater Everything I spit n***a, is cla**ed Heavy Weight Strong grip on them bars, till the levees break Full Metal Lyricist Tony Stark the way I levitate I don't smoke dokha n***a Nah I don't medicate That's why I don't play your sh** in Mysterio Coz y'all hide behind a mask like Rey It's real life n***a This ain't no Empire No drippity-drop Coz I spit hot fire All you n***as do is sit around and talk about basketball I be on the grind, Hustlin' Until the Casket Closed You piss me off, I ain't the type to get my crew involved Been through it all Scars on my face like I'm from Griffindor OUTRO- DJ scratching a Nas sample