Chris Webby - Webby's Lab 2 (Intro) lyrics

[Verse 1:] Yeah... I was, stuck inside my f**in' studio pacing Stressin' and second guessin' with all the music I'm makin' Re a**essin' who I choose to put faith in And re examinin' who really has a say in all these moves that I'm makin' Stepped away for a minute, made a new situation And now it's back to the basics, I know you have been waitin' Cause see it ain't about the numbers or the views or rotations I'm hungry, those in my way should get to funeral arrangin' I'll bruise em, I'll scrape em, I'll chew em, I'll break em And Get a skewer filet em, like food on my plate and throw what's left in the stew I was makin' I'm patient I'm calm and I'm cool I'm just sayin' The person that you see when you google my name, with those stupid photo shoots from like 2008 with the early interviews of me sayin' some super outdated chemically fueled ludicrous statements Was just a kid who lacked guidance, up in the public eye But I'm all grown up now, so f** it right Let's get back to raisin' hell up again And talkin' sh** about these rappers cause I'm better than them Time to give em all a show so go a**emble your friends We in the lab, like its 2011 again The hands on the clocks jumpin', but dammit I'm not bluffin' It's time to make sh** get outta hand like I dropped somethin' Won't stop nothing I'm back b**h, the bandicoot of Datpiff With my lab kit, and bottle ready to crash sh** [Interlude:] Oh you think that's it? Not even close mother f**er. Check check... [Verse 2:] Rockin' crowds is what I love to do Adrenaline is pumpin' through My body, sending dopamine levels right through the f**in' roof Serotonin rushin' too, more than any drug could do Music's like my anti depressant, this sh** ain't nothing new Without it I'd be caught up in stress, an alcoholic, a mess I don't just do this cause it offers a check Cause I don't need a label office, a jet, or a crib in the hills or a lamborghini and j**elry all on my neck But I'm sick of fallin' in debt with this Indian guy from American Express puttin' in this call to collect But I see being pushed to the brink as a test And honestly, bein' broke really seems to bring out my best I feel like, I'm locked inside a f**in cage with a pen Bein' pushed to the point that I hate this game that I'm in Surrounded by these people who just like to fake and pretend So they ask, "if that's the case why you ain't famous as them?" I dunno, but just lemme give my midnight toast Hip hops dead like nas said and it's this I quote I'm feelin' like I'm out the loop and it's an inside joke "Wait wait, your actually serious? You think this guys dope?" So I'll keep givin' my lectures, professor Webster is back in my mask jacket and gloves cookin' tracks in the desert I'm back and I'm better, actin' erratic dramatic and clever Cause I'm, still up in the f**in' lab like Dexter [Outro:] Five years later, we back up in the laboratory mother f**er. Welcome to the mixtape. Yea!