Canon - Fighters lyrics

[Chorus] Fighter, tell 'em I'm a rider Tell 'em better hold up Unless you confident, you know us [Verse 1] I'm in the pa**enger seat while God is controllin' my Life and career, my life's in His hands while upholdin' us I'm Meteor Man with the microphone, lord of the golden touch I'm so gone with the challenge, which one of these rappers as cold as us? Envision a vicious deadly venom comin' wit you, I'm the snake in the closet I'm an anaconda, breakin' bone with the feature preacher, get the antibiotic I'm the gin and tonic plus a pomegranate, I'm a knuckle head with the sonic New rappers, get 'em abolished, honest, just wanted to polish Wax on wax off with caution, I jargon with Marvin the Martian I beg you my pardon, this is a walk in the park in the garden of Lyrical style, with limitless nouns and syllables and vowels down to ground Down for the countdown, get up out of my town You gotta create with your own sound, rip with a cold style Make a beat with a phone dial, call a friend and tell them that they on now Hold on now, hang up the phone and tell 'em that the mother is home now I got go clean up the laundry and fold all them clothes now Give 'em bars, handle, chocolate or expectation When you come in the booth, you see fat glands and condensation I can't shake what I'm good at, not even a game to play with Loose Canon got three V's on the station, who's down for the patience? Don't get mad at me cause I'm not your average rapper I'll go and rap on beats by Dr. Dre or Marshall Mathers I'm after the Lord's heart, speedin' tryin' to go faster So whether I eat on this beat or another, why should it matter? All things are permissible but not all beneficial You question why I do this, hold on, let me get with you I'm past spittin' cannons, get ready, I'm shooting missiles Don't put me in your box, I don't want it so take it with you The squares can't fit in my circle, get in shape, you wanna be a part of this? Follow me with the torch aimed to the sky to show you what the honor is I'm an octagon of an artist, too many sides with one face My style is too fat, taking up space while I'm rapping in one place [Chorus] Tell 'em I'm a fighter They just wanna hang with the squad They just want chains and the broad Mess around and get paid, wait up Just consider what the payment is later [Verse 2] All I hear chit-chat talkin' and banterin' If you think you got a message to give 'em hold up ya banners then I don't see them fightin' for justice, who is that, they never been a fan of Him Hashtags with fifty-thousand followers gon' stand with Him I can't believe I wanted more cause the morgue got a price tag If some Christians knew the cost of a follow they'd give His life back Dyin' daily is costly, sin and d**h for their wages Grace if given for abominations but not all for the savin' I can Diddy bop and Shmoney dance when I hear dat They say that only God can judge 'em but they don't fear that All you been dishin' out, you gone take for He got guns bigger than ones that you got a case for The media gotcha while you been Harlem Shakin' for dollars Twenty seconds for the fame on the Gram will take all your honor Prostitutin' for likes while they Twitter spammin' for followers Better hold your breath while the new beginnings come back to swallow ya [Hook] They just wanna hang with the squad They just want chains and the broad Mess around and get paid, wait up Just consider what the payment is later Tell 'em I'm a fighter, tell 'em I'm a rider Better hold up Unless you're confident, you know us I'm a fighter Tell 'em I'm a rider Better hold up Unless you're confident, you know us Yeah, fighter