Kris James - Orange Lazarus lyrics

[Intro: NK30 & Kris James] [NK30] So what was up with Jabari at the uh, the beginning of the mixtape? I didn't really get that [Kris James] I don't know, I just-I just asked him to talk on the intro a bit you know? Then he decides to just start flying off the handle And w-what was with that whole "f** Baton Rouge" thing? Hell, I grew to like Baton Rouge, I don't see what the problem is [NK30] Well, you know dawg "Hoes be hoes man, hoes be hoes" Anyway um, what beat do you wanna use next? [Kris James] Well, I was gonna see if I could rap off of one of Ludacris' beats... [NK30] Wait, what? [Kris James] I sai- I said I was gonna rap off of one of Ludacris' beats... [NK30] How dare you. I-I won't let you rap off of Southern Hospitality I WON'T ALLOW IT! [Kris James] O-OK. Alright, well you got a suggestion then? [NK30] How about...this? [Hook] f**boys, dissers, quitters, lames b**hes, people that start games Backstabbers, weak-willed ways That's the type of sh** that I don't play Treat 'em like a player: Hit it & run Satisfied with a beat, few games & rum Talented MC but professional bum One [Verse 1] Clever to whatever fate Never a featherweight Got it on lock like Heaven's Gate You are now witnessing a miracle take shape The rap Kobayashi eating every MC to date Music omnivore Always wanting more Never satisfied with just likes or encores Only will he settle when he's kicking down all doors With bars that get praised like a championship score Only success can be seen through these eyes Never spitting lies I conquer by surprise No bullsh** got the wit to back this As untouchable as a cactus Doing a backflip Right into a sandpaper mattress All covered in rat piss and cat sh** The type that can turn atheists into catholics Was lacking game but now I mack it [Hook] [Verse 2] Idolizing crazed villains, expert j**el grippers Swift wool knitters I'm the best bullsh**ter It's going down gain momentum like a boulder Bumming a trailer selling dope to Nova Scotia (fu*k OFF, LAHEY!) I laugh in the face of the things that scar you Then rip the souls out to play fetch with R2 Slick ba*tard, more charismatic than Jim Jones sh**, I could hypnotize HypnoToad Technique on the beat satisfies more than freaks That greet the meat with all throat & no teeth Give defeat when I compete Without me life's incomplete Being this good yet unknown: Such a bittersweet feat And I'm really tired of it all I'm taking everything like Joker at a charity ball Soon to be your ruler just a matter of time Nah f** that, the world is mine [Beat Break, then hook again]