KayR - Terrific lyrics

[Verse 1: KayR] KayR, uh Oh, we going old school on 'em Alright, yo, yo I'm just rolling with my homies all packed in my black civic In fact, I'm on track with it. You wacks getting smacked with it. Woo! Physical pacifist. Lyrical activist To get the beat off and the beat is a masochist Castle this. I am the king and I told ya I know you didn't think that this kid could move boulders But I'm rocking the mic, and I'm dropping it like My name was Buster Douglas and I'm in a fight With Mr. Tyson. I liken myself to a god I might spin your facade and begin a new plot To have you smashed and damaged, trashed and bandaged And leave you unknown like a label you could manage Can it. I roll with writers and jokers Like I smoke tree with Ledger and Nicolas Cage posters Improving and bobbing and weaving. Dodging your plots for defeat and Showing everybody what the walk that I talk is meaning. Ugh [Hook] I'm terrific Yes-yes I get it You ball? Well, I hit it, hit it When I spit it, y'all wanna quit it I'm teriffic Ter-ter-terrific I'm-I'm terrific Yes-yes I get it You ball? Well, I hit it, hit it When I spit it, y'all wanna quit it I'm teriffic Ter-ter-terrific [Verse 2] I'm k**ing beats by any means necessary And I'm mean. Yes, I'm scary. Ketamine and stress and sherry It's getting wasted and worn out Is that opportunity up at my door now? Thor now. But I used to be low-key Nobody knew that this half-white hokey would ghost beats Give me a track and I'll bomb that Breaking up stages, uppercuts from Mortal Kombat (Toasty!) Coming off of a spaceship All these other rappers are awesomely basic Face it. I got potential, won't waste it And I don't see a challenge like I just got maced, kid Went to a catholic school and I was not cool I never broke no rules and never smoked no j**els But now I got people saying, "Hey! Ain't that something?" Cause while y'all was fronting, Kay was stunting [Hook] [Verse 3] I'm terrific and supreme, superlative and I'm preme First cla**, first rate and first pick on the team You can't match this matchless man on a beam You outweighed. A quarter month, man. You weak You a feast to a beast, I'm a man to a moron I'm out of sight like I'm banned from a forum I demand that you pour on the flattery, mang Cause in a matter of time I might splatter these brains With stylistic punchlines and phonetic fists Burning through pencils with my poetic wrist So go get a kiss and a hug from your loved ones I shove one more beat into the oven So I guess this spit is cooking music I guess I'll quit with cooking stupids Cause I like the word play right? Arthur Miller Everything I spit is just k**er [Hook]