Chris Webby - Mission Statement lyrics

Yeah, Webster See I've been quiet for a minute, now these b**hes think that I lost my sound Everybody chill, I've been getting my business off the ground Finally successful, but to you that means I sold out? Well f** it so let's remind these people that there's really no doubt Webby's still the beast that he's always been, and I rap hard So check my wifi signal yo, I still got mad bars Whippin' like it's NASCAR, still no one can touch me All you pound puppies never stepping to a husky Repping for Connecticut, stomping on you midgets Smoking weed, taking pills, f** it where the whipits? No one can ever do it like I did it Spit so big you gotta right click it, scroll down and zip it I'm Santa Claus's misfit rolling with a thick b**h Rappers out here ollieing, me I triple kick flip Murder any beat and leave the listeners to witness Jason Statham ever scared to put my name up on his hit list I watch these record labels all a**emble the full Rise terrible rappers whose sk** levels is questionable They have a hit single or two and disappear into obscurity Me? I paid my dues that's why these motherf**ers heard of me Haters getting madder now, wishing I would beat it All because I f**ed they girl on the top of my Tempur-Pedic Sprinke sugar on the bible- sweet jesus Punchline pros leaving rappers with they teeth chipped Webby been a genius, like I told 'em previous Usuain Bolt on the track can't compete with this The state of hip hop now is straight tragic Turn the radio on, what do you know- some more wack sh** Except for a select few, because if your nice, then your nice Salute, I respect you Cause half of these cats raping these days are from a test tube A puppet to the label that they're soon to be in debt to Me? I'm f**ing meant for this Downloaded and rendered it Really in the game now, I'm through with my apprentice sh** Kids these days don't even listen to the sentences They bumping Gucci but don't know who Jimi Hendrix is Cranking Drake songs while they're cruising in their mom's jeep But never heard of Big L, Rakim, or Mobb Deep (f** that) That's why I'm here to spit crack Kids blowing up without paying homage to the legends, I ain't with that This sh** is crazy man, it's depressing really The game is smoke & mirrors never let deception get me I keep my guard up so if they come and step to Chris These wannabe rappers about to get ate like it's 7:50 Nobodies diss me? f** so what? They just want me to use their name so that their buzz goes up So keep yapping it, pretending we got personal beef Like I'm gonna lose sleep? sh** I never even heard of you B We took some BIG and some Pac and mixed it up in a pot And Eminem is what we got so is it really a shock That another Caucasian rapper sticks out of the flock That's got the lyrical capacity to level a block I'm still chilling playing Nintendo Faded off the Benzos f**ing these hoes, you just stuck up in the friend- zone Your girl texting me, ending with an XO f** your Emojis, let me see them breasts yo I'm Lou Ferrigno, about to Hulk smash this Webby the pick of the letter like digging for cat sh** Trying be a rapper now a days is on some fad sh** Youngins' getting tatted hopin' they'll be in them mad kicks Thinking all you have to do is learn a couple rap tricks Buy some snapbacks and mad kicks to get your swag sick Make a Youtube account, vuala that's it The next big thing overnight like magic But Katniss only the strong survive here Listen dear, like the Hunger Games every single year People rise to the occasion or they fumble it's clear The only guarantee is that you'll see the d**h of a some careers Been on my underdog sh** for awhile No more white kids popping up jocking my style Then I'm still unsigned Staying hungry on the grind Now I've been rapping along with the fans I gotta been alive now Lie down cuz I'll be coming for you if you steppin to me It's my time now You cannot interfere with this sh** it was destined to be Reppin' the C.T. New England sh** Tri- state too we bring it b**h Stuck within this game when most people would rather sing than spit Can you believe this sh**? The game is f**ed man Cause all these people only in it for the buck man Another mixtape, all are free Because when Webby's in the booth you know it's bars on me