ENTREPRODUCERS - Oh Lawd lyrics

[Produced by The Entreproducers] [Artwork by Devon Culbert] [Intro: Isaiah G] Can I rap on the flow Can I rap on the flow [Verse 1: Isaiah G] Can I rap on the flow, Aaliyah said that I'm rocking the boat Bop bop at the cops, then I hopscotch Off to the opps, can ya b**h give me top on the low Rider, hide her, inside her, my lighter said the head was fire Desire and pa**ion ga**ing this action I'm f**ing smashing Like Nintendos, dark tints on my motherf**ing windows Getting high as a kite but my rims low, in the Benz-o, man you n***as don't know what you in fo' Like data, haters, ain't on my radars, you raid us I made us something sharper than razors, don't come catch these faders Put on hiatus, forever, telling all y'all the truth I'm a rever- end Lying to youth I do never, fake ties to these people I sever sh** is clever it's clover, lucky me, I will hover I float yo boat and yo rover, I drove her street straight to Grover Hope you got it tho, I'm melodical, homeless n***a but I'm due to spend a lot of dough Times allotted tho I don't know, how to go, sonic so, I'm just gon' take the hypotenuse Adios, to my amigos, we up in different league tho I gotta condom for the thotties and a llama for the bodies, you can find these in the trunk if you need those [Verse 2: Devon Culbert] I'm not God but I swear I'm something similar With the similes and verbs I'm like an alien on Earth Special with my words, high as the herbs That you got off the curb while you staring at the curves and the pearls That cost some pretty pesos, you trying to get her number So you could hit a home run like Jose Canseco Second thought I'm Plato, not the same plateau As you a**holes, still in cla** though Not for the bad hoes but to pa** flows That could get me fast dough on the low low While you a no show I'm going solo And I dunno I just go raw like I'm wrapping coco On the corner cooking up quarter orders like risotto With some water, I prefer ginger ale if I'm cooking fish scale With these bars that could heat up winter jail cells I'm trying to make bail for the homies So we could set sail to Cubana Mañana and get a veranda that overlook the whole manor With some ganja I'm just kidding I don't be hitting I listen to all the critics and words rappers be spitting These crimes they be committing, tell you they slipping They gon' go missing after I finish k**ing the villains I'm winning, pole position I'm kicking to fifth gear while I'm pleading the same sh** Here, go ahead, I'm the new Nas-Ir Got a hold of your ears like Tyson with the bite son holy moly You dieing slowly take my stanza's stabs like a goalie, I'mma dip out like guacamole I'mma admit it's kinda corny but I'll be damned if I get judged a lot Unlike Ferguson I'll probably get shot at a burger shop For a couple bucks my blood spill up in all the blocks And the cop never get caught or need bond cause he never got locked up But go ‘head and talk ‘bout how he robbed, I'mma talk from my heart Welcome to my yard where my people get popped for a rock that's chopped Their bodies drop like leaves off the cash crop My momma said pray to God so he could change my odds But I'm change my stars staring down these promenades, I'mma get it before I'm gone I'mma get it before I'm gone, before the beat drop [Verse 3: Devon Culbert] The last great American poet, the flow be so potent You notice, it's noted, you know I'm devoted You know it, you know it, I live for the moment But also the past, my future is open, my foot on the gas This sh** is diesel, my weapon is Shaq, it's loaded, it's lethal You won't get a sequel, it's all for the people, this isn't an act This is facts yo, coming straight out of the shadows Spitting sh** like tobacco or tabasco, my words singe every time I hit that note Burning bridges and I fast forward, sinning more than a devil in an inferno It ain't fair yo that I rap like I'm off a tablet Wait 'til they find out this verse was just for practice Hitting baskets like Magic, a new habit, picked up a talent for rapping elaborate Only way I could be challenged is if a kamikaze hit my body Then a Bugatti, a 12 gauge shotty and the bullet do a backflip like karate Either way I'd still probably return as a zombie to reek havoc on the ma**es Filled with malice madness, swear to God I'm the next Ca**ius I'm undefined, one of kind, in my prime underlined ‘Cause I'm an*lyzed, so divine, and a bunch of other sh** that rhymes But I got this I'm slaying like a prophet I'm slaving all over the mic and pavements Til I get a payment I'mma go crazy like I'm Jaden Will do, been on this since my nascent and those days in the basement Feeling like Mike in the paint and I'm bout to catch me a flagrant All of these b**hes so basic all they do is talk gossip, that Lochness I promise I'm onnistly, the chosen one No Anakin I'm handling this rambling like sandwiches What the f** do you even mean, I'm finna eat Nah b**h I'm finna to feast like a beast when I inflict on this beat This is something that you couldn't teach, or preach, or tweet This is a speech, a proclamation, nah I'm saying an anthem But it comes off more like a ransom because my verbs are tandem cannons And they bussing, it's nothing to talk slick like I'm the new Rick And buzz like I'm the new Mick and make a fuss like I'm the new Kim Erupting like I'm St. Helens, but I'm done with this wordplay I'm a youngin' on the rise only looking for your demise, hold your career as a prize to whoever it applies Head on collision with the maker of your destiny, TAF revision with the breaker of your melody I'm not gonna take a hard approach but if I gotta show I'll slice your throat, step back and then reload I'm young, everybody rejects it, now I'm the chosen one and everybody respects it and everybody regrets it [Outro] Isaiah G Aaron Deux Devon Culbert AAP Diamond Gang