Chris Webby - Get From Round lyrics

[Intro:] Uh, yessir It's Chris Webby 2-0-3, where you at? Ha-ha, yeah [Verse:] Get from out of my vicinity, listen see This is the dude who be flyer than a Griffin, B Sippin' tea, gettin' my voice right to strike out willingly Ready for the game, already had my epiphany Now who could get rid of me, I show no sympathy When I hit the track I make 'em jump like Jiminy Cricket, and b**hes be bewildered by my wizardry And opponents be gettin' Michael J Fox jittery Can't tell if I'm dreaming, somebody start pinching me How do I keep k**ing these critics with my similes Metaphors, I'm the Megazord, y'all feeling me I'll rap from now until you count to infinity Flower like Mozart, conducting my symphony Holding down on stage with my main man Timothy Simply a pot-head, I am the epitome But I am who I am and nobody could reconfigure me You think there was ten of me, the way I crush my enemies A guaranteed recipe for disaster, come step to me Generally, you don't even know how potent the venom be I'm handsome, young and in charge like John Kennedy There is no discrepancy, I'm illy with my weaponry I got the front goin' at the theater, no one's ahead of me I'm losin' it mentally, but flowing indelibly So, who here could measure me 'cause you know who Webby be Just know that Webby be readily rolling up that Heddy Tree Smoking 'til I'm 70, get at me And I'm spittin' it fatal On demand like digital cable, make heads spin like a Dreidel I am able and mad nice, so b**h you better act right 'Cause steppin' to me is like seeing Clay Aiken and Shaq fight Hit 'em so hard that I knock 'em to their past life Even though I'm white enough to glow in front of black lights That's right, I am the best you can't mess bro Nike Kicks, wardrobe trashed from Mark Echo Let's go, blazing the sh**, got haze in the spliff b**h, I'm number one like I'm taking a piss But I spit out number two 'cause what I say is the sh** b**h, I'm hungry in the game I need a table for six There's no evasion from this, 'cause I'm a leave them on the floor dead 'Cause y'all are about as hard as an infant's forehead I run this sh** 'til I got sore legs, I need a stretch Hip Hop chia pet, living off of weed and s** Line 'em all up, I'll knock 'em down, I can beat the best Now I need a breath, I need a rest [Outro:] Ha-ha, that's just how it is baby It's bars all day, I just drop bars Whatever hobby, we goin' to the top, baby Yessir Get from round me [x4] Ha