Kato - Xplicit (Freebasing with Jarren Benton) lyrics

[Intro] Yea-yea Funk Volume what up? [Verse 1: Half Conscious] Ive come too far, its been too long for me to start looking back Took the track, and put a "god flow" on it like a "Pusha" rap Now would you like at that, Half Conscious got "HiiiPoWer" A couple bars lift you like a crooked hat Its a new year, no fear and if the beats right Have you forgetting about "Street Light" Like..."He's aight"... "Beamin and Timmy", you "did you", but you ain't even a "semi" I squeeze til its empty, with an automatic flow That'll f** up your body, like you bleed from your kidneys I'm heated, forgive me, I've been making impaired decisions 'cuz I spent all day Freebasing to Jarren Benton Which is ironic cuz my rare precision, on these snares and (tst-tst) And ba**. Basically, I'm the face of what you say you be But every time you tell ya rhymes, we can tell they make believe Hopsin gon' hear this and be like, "Did he say that, B?" f**ing right, its "Knock Madness" 'til the day I D- R-O-P, a hot record on S-H-A-D-E, 4-5 f** you too, if you ain't playing me Play me, save it please, are you slippin' or what? I'm taking your Top 5 rappers rhymes and rippin' em up Talk about me not givin' no f**s... b**h told me get in the backseat to get nasty I said b**h get in the trunk We goin' for a ride, San Fernando Valley, the destination More like, "Gimme my money or I'm smashing brains in" Funk Volume, yea I get it, you hot, I admit it I said it This year it's my time, I can smell it Like the kush in a "Dizzy" blunt "Pa** it, Yo I said pa** it...GIVE ME IT c*nt" You think I'm f**in' around? Blowin' my high, until half the country start bumpin' my sound I get sh** poppin', like I'm dumpin' some rounds That's "3 z's" eternally, if you ain't heard of me It's cuz you ain't prepared for the lyrical surgery I perform, on this microphone, son I could form.. A f**ing army outta syllables Then let it storm, on something biblical I'm giving you, the "All-Time cla**ic" flow like a fault-line hazard So fall back, or get ya jaw line cracked wit Superior deteriorating, vernacular, got ya inferior, shakin' Barriers breakin', ya exterior achin', interior prayin' for saviors No saving ya familias faces Ima go from rocking stages, to Vegas Til the day I blow up and rock nations, on "Roc Nation" On some "HOV" sh**, climb til I'm wealthy Half these contestants say they flow sick, but they just unhealthy Take a break dog, dig a hole, til ya wake dog Or pick up a new hustle, up ya weight dog What else is left to say though? (shoutout to Kato) I could waste a couple bars on a contest I won't even get 250 votes for It goes to show, you don't gotta be hot, the wack get chauffeured Guys who spit that crack get shelved and no turn, with nothing to show for It's a slow burn, and a ride to failure Are you smart enough to give it up before the road turn? Paraphernalia lettin' my throat burn, hell yeah I'm inhalin' Smoke out til the end of the beat catchin' the feelin' sh** I'm happy, just chillin', I can't complain Looking back at me and Hoppa drinking beers in Bangor, Maine Like... U.O.E.N.O Ima rapper, and It's a damn shame f** it tho