ChansliN - Do You-C Me/Boomdeyada lyrics

[Part 1: Do You-C Me] [Sample:] One more mile, til the road runs out I'm about to drive to the ocean I'm a try to swim from something, bigger than me Kick off my shoes and swim good And swim good Take off this suit, and swim good And swim good I'm going out Don't try stopping me I'm going out Don't try saving No fair No fair No fear Waves are watching me [Verse 1:] Wake up America, terrorists at your front door With flows that will bisect through you like a kitana sword Kitana who*es, their eyes lower than some credit scores Metaphors with natural fives to keep you leveled more I'm from the city of wind Where n***as lose everyday, but they're claiming to win Where your best friend is actually a hater, well Ain't no mountain high enough, as I climb in my Marvin gators Life's a b**h, if it were easy it would be a ho With a John trickling semen down her throat And that's the game that we worship, Metra riding as I brainstorm Without an umbrella or snow boots to keep my feet warm Do you see me, the vision is getting clearer The only person I judge is the one that's in the mirror I'm blasting off like a Smith & Wesson f** the drama - Dumb retards asking for more attention Nah nah nah, that wasn't hard enough, I need for you to come harder than that. n***as need to see you, You-C, listening isn't enough. I need for you to k** these n***as man, in Shaz we trust They don't call me You-C for nothing Well black Peter Parker, step on the mic and show us what you got tiger [Verse 2:] Do You-C Me? My rhymes are bright enough to cure blindness Even see the truth inside of a liar I'm feeling like a pirate, smacking all of the booties From dimes and other cuties. Typing sh** on a loose leaf Now once again, who do you see? Index, middle, ring, pinky, and the thumb All rise for the rap judge, causing action With a black submarine, inside a black queen That was clean, well clean enough for the radio Everywhere we go, it seems like a different ratio of women to men f** a threesome again But in order for that to happen, it would need to begin Because I know a whole lot of bis**uals But they never seems to be in the same room feeling flexible That means they never wanna work it out like Kanye All my n***as say ho! And all the hoes say hey! I got a hundred million rappers on my wish list I'm just praying that I k** them all, before I crash into a ditch And catch on fire like a Phoenix. The crab is still steaming If this song was like s**, then the beat is still screaming A good demon, to a evil angel You can't say loved or lived, without mentioning the Devil That's the grammar if you looked in the mirror Because to balance out life, you need the illness and the healer The villain and the hero, the dealer and the addict I wrote this in my grandmother's basement and not the attic Inspiration for the iLL-minded The mArkham Asylum, where I'm still crime fighting YEAGER!!! Do You-C Me? Welcome. We're still getting started [Hook:] I think I'm Bruce Wayne, Terry McGinnis Slapping hoes, with my penis One team, Shaz Krew It's our time, so f** you [Skit:] I wonder what the f** is on TV (Batman Beyond Theme) No {Happy New Year-} No {Ooo, last time Marshall got Gin drunk-} No {Boomdeyada instrumental} Hey- Hey Carrington, get in here man your show's on [Part 2: Boomdeyada] [Sample:] I love the mountains, I love the rolling hills I love the fountains, I love the daffodils I love the fire side, when do you like to know Boomdeyada, boomdeyada, boomdeyada, boomdeyada [Hook:] I love the mountains, I love the rolling hills I love the fountains, I love the daffodils I love the fire side, when do you like to know Boomdeyada, boomdeyada, boomdeyada, boomdeyada [Verse 1:] Turbulancing, I'm prancing without a dancer I'm dashing through all these vixens, I'm mixing a new elixir These n******gs are on my leever, my level, without the treble They don't wanna catch no trouble, cause secretly I'm a rebel A revolution is coming, no masturbation is needed Completed without a thought process, so now I'm bleeding On a pad without the pen, but them pennies are adding up Your two senses are like taxes, I promise I'm rad as f** Excuse my French, but these b**hes like their kisses down low Lower than a game of limbo, the limo just rides slow Even if it's on a flat. Their raps are staler than Alka-Seltzer Alcohol and Tylenol, like Smarties and some apple cider Higher than the Appalachian, or a kooky Caucasian In front of the nation, running game just like a PlayStation I know this beat is childish But I'm just tapping into my inner child, do you have a problem b*tch! No misogynist [Hook:] [Verse 2:] I know it sounds weird, but the weird sh** is easy Don't compare me to Tunechi, or Gucci, or Jeezy I'm more like Escobar, 3 Stacks, and Currera Friday the 13th, my birthday strikes terror So why don't you gon' and lean back Is that a fact? That you can rap, like Christmas presents on my lap I guess you can call me Santa But the rap game is sweeter than a Strawberry Fanta My Mana is on 10, you hens can get your future cracked Packed inside of a Lunchable, juggling all the truth in fact I carry the city on my big shoulders Move the boulder before I have a couple of Folders Wake up and smell the coffee, fall down and taste defeat This beat is really ugly, just like your uncles feet Even my ignorance is wiser Than a 1999er looking for a s*ut to shiner YEAGER! [Hook:] [Skit:] That's over, I wonder what else is on Oooh, Star Wars is on [Sample:] The time has come. Execute Order 66 Yes my lord No NO! I can't. I don't wanna I don't wanna k** them, I don't wanna k** them Oh NO!