Huntsman - Take Care lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm cool, calm collected, collectively I'm connected To my collective unconscious sending messages on my d**hbed With a negative agenda I enter into your head-space I'll give you the attention you yearn in the form of d**h threats Do you like double X L, I'll cover a freshman Lowercase l for your mouth, eyes represented by x's Call it emotive language, call it an unofficial sentence My presence can only be measured by the seventh dimension beyond The ordinary space-time continuum I'll pay out a victim like a dividend in the interim I don't care if he's a stand-up citizen I'll combat this mortal with his hands up, and just (finish him) Keeping your words to a minimum and maximizing what you observe is well worth it ad infinitum Stalking the pray before k**ing them I'll keep hunting rappers until it becomes a household idiom [Hook] (Hey there) I'm getting ready to annihilate you Just thought I'd let you know in advance (You better face it) I am the real king of this rap sh** At the end of the day, H gon' reign (I tell you, they scared) They don't know the maximum power Or full potential that I hold in my hands (So homie take care, for real man) Coz I'mma be doing you dirty like it ain't no thang [Verse 2] I don't know what I'm 'post to do I'm just pushing the envelope, even if it's overdue I got a useful soul, and a soulful youth Many others are over-obnoxious, that's O for 2 Should be deprived of their O2 molecules, and all their food Any suggestion I'm open to What would The Joker do? What would Batman do to The Joker to get back at him for all that he's responsible? Prepare homie, you don't even know me Could be a phony, could have an OG writing all of my raps and beats fo' me Could even be a black guy wearing a mask With a fake nose and 'stache, could be why I'm so G, O O D There's an incentive to follow me closely That's to Universal Music Group, Warner Brothers and Sony Let's be real, we just want a record deal, realise the mistake And sign with some indie label until we're forty [Hook] [Verse 3] Martin had a dream, I had a vision, rapping strictly for casket-filling Accepting any challenge given rather than acting chicken Earning a lavish living; half a million, having children Having dinners at Mac Miller's mansion with him, Ab and Inglish The man of rhythm, any chance I'm given I'll land it quicker than Santa when he's up to the last of presents Before he has to get back to that ma**ive b**h of a wife Yappity-yapping 'bout how he should have had it done in half a minute Have a minute, let's switch the rhyme scheme up for the last time This kind of talentism you can't find I'm tired of capitalism being rap's grind Hiding true stars while the marketable lamps shine for lamb-kind You'd be lucky to land mine in a contract bind See for (C4) yourself, I'll claim more (claymore) than a half dime per rap line A series of dots is just a flat line Now that's an explosive last line [Hook] X3 [Outro] H U N, T E R X8