Christian Norton - Week 1 (Acappella) lyrics

Yo, if Rap is my heart, then Hip-Hop's my soul My veins are the chords to mix-AUX-record I griplock control, this spot is owned So sick of this hole, being pissed off and broke I'm this close to schizo, the sh**'s not a joke I'm kinda like a clock, cuz I'm tick-talkin' slow So high, I a**ume if you trip, I'm the stone Until I bend paper, I will not go fold And if I said I'm in it, that don't mean for a minute So omit it cuz I meant it, a minotaur, I'm a menace! Many of these mothaf**as mention amendments My opinion may mean that youz a miniature midget Your flow is fickle, I then called you out, you shook and cried I'm known to hit you if you talkin' loud, don't shuck and jive Roll a spliff up, then I fog a cloud, like I took the sky Stole a nickle from the slaughterhouse, then got a crooked eye!