Kenny The Rapper - Acapella 1 lyrics

[Intro] (Yeah man)A dog hold up, hold up, hold up! Be quiet, be quiet. My man Kenny finna spit. (He finna spit, he finna spit)(Ima hungry!) Yall ready? (I am too man)(A lets go to Popeyes) Hold on, hold on, people still talking. A hold on, hold on. (Aw my bad bro gone head) Yall ready man. Yea, yeah we ready Kenny we ready. Alright. I said... [Verse: Kenny] L E O N is ready to commence What I spit is nasty but my breathe don't got a super stench Ima be the reason for everybody's exuberance People gone bump me like a protuberance, you hooligans They don't think he nothing special just because he nameless But they brainless, cause he witnessing something painless Right now they just stunting, try to treat him like he nothing But they won't be fronting, the minute a brother get famous So don't act friendly, you might as well step A real friend is somebody you fight for to the d**h You gotta follow 4 directions and I'm nice with the steps Cause I can't front I got your back it wouldn't be right if I left That's 4 directions That's 4 directions, but hold on wait there a second They thought they was cool when the rap game was in their possession But there's a question, Why didn't they perfect their perfection? These punches got you seeing different colors like iridescent Maliek taught me that, it was for the best I'm not paying for the studio I'll just record with Fess I had punchlines for the longest and my metaphors the best I used to rap with dinosaurs I was the Metaphorus Rex Now which metaphor is next?, I captivated, gravitated Collaborated, they evacuated, when I activated Rap was fabricated, now I'm agitated, aggravated Wanna make it rain to know that my paper evaporated I decapitated, these rappers, then I linger I would have kept on going but bro I ran out of fingers Sick, and hot headed so understand I'm a fever Remember at football games I rapped up on the bleachers That's cause I'm too vicious, matter fact I'm three vicious Ridiculous, Leon ain't never for them sneak disses Got detectives asking, Who k**ed the dude at rapping? I'm the reason it happened, but I'm saying he did it Going ham on weak lyrics, He laughing cause he get it! Rappers gone die like dark hair with bleach in it Eight minute song, going eight minutes strong So you ain't really long, compared to me you a sneak snippet Lyrics in my pocket rapping must be in Kenny jeans In the cut but stronger then alcohol it must really sting Worked all summer and couldn't record anything But when I do watch the type of material Kenny bring No cursing so I'm clean you already know he gross I hate to brag, Nah I don't! You already know he boast When you hear Kenny you know he dope I'm a click away, Adam Sandler ain't even remotely close(Crowd response) That's imaginary, but this the life I got I thought punchlines determined if I was nice or not And I went over my head thinking I was hot The minute I got co*ky was the minute I got writers block But I can make it, if I concentrated Why mistake, they ain't crap like they constipated All my homies call me Ken but don't try to say it I am not Ken to you man we are not related, You feel me!? But yall do yall, I know this ain't the pool hall But this black eight, hate getting knocked by the que ball All the rappers that grew tall, Ima make them look too small All you gone say is Deng, like the name after Luol I'm a dog, I'm a dog, but I'm moving on I got a come back every time I go like you threw a bone I rock like the Flintstones on my newest songs I'll Yabba Dabba! do you wrong, when I type on my computer phone That was nasty like food from a bad chief These punches shake the floor like a jab step We pretty much done like the last step This was MENT for yall like a Tic Tac on some bad breathe Kenny [Fade Out] Aye! (Aye get a deal with Def Jam!) Alright man we feel you. (BARS!)