Kutt The Check - Mission Statement lyrics

[Intro (Sampled): Franklin D. Roosevelt] "Let me a**ert my firm belief that the only thing that we have to fear is... fear itself" [Ad-Libs] Kutt The Check, oh Kutt The Check, Bobby! [Verse 1] Ladies and gentlemen Gentlemen, consider this moment the Genesis This is the part where you flip the f** out as you feel the adrenaline I'm only here to give, I'm only here to give you the experience Oh what an experience, they probably should've prescribed me with Ritalin But f** it, rumor has it A.D.H.D wasn't real, it was just an experiment All of these years I was taught to be ignorant Tryin' to figure out why I'm so different Modern day life is set up like a pyramid I was sleep, man I woke from the ignorance Wake up now, tryna' sell me a membership sh**tin' on n***as so much that I'm hemorrhaging Your b**h at my concert auditioning She wants me to buy her some booty shots But I can't fix a flat, I'm not Michelin My mind's overflowing with images So many thoughts I can never remember them But I never forget to go straight to the source I learned to cut out all the middle men I got no patience for your basics Time is dwindling, you just ain't interesting No strangers inside of the organization That sh** is strictly prohibited The music industry is sickening But no one will ever admit this sh** These n***as ain't making the numbers they make And sh**, half of these n***as pretending [Break] Yo, f** a hater, f** a genre No genre You can't box it in They try to box me in but they couldn't box me in They try to describe me but they just still can't describe me to this day You'll never be able to describe me No genre, no genre, no genre The label [Verse 2] Why do I bother (why do I bother Spending time gathering thoughts up to prove I go a little bit harder I'm like Jesus on the microphone I make vodka from water (shots, shots, shots) Kinda' like Jimmy Carter, just a little bit darker The rap game just got a little bit smaller I just lay down the facts So lay down and stay down or stay off my sack n***as say I ain't dope, need to lay off the crack Bustin' like a motherf**in' AR with lasers Drop a f**in' bomb on the radar like Adolf was back I blow a state straight off the map Hundred round ricochet, when them stray rounds come back Got to go and get this paper, I can't hang out to chat Where the, where the, where the players at? Bring the paper back Running through the racks like a motherf**in' pyromaniac I need a lady that ain't a basic rat, with a crazy gat With a decent booty hanging out her back Give that thing a smack like a angry black (pow) But before I smash gotta' wear a safety hat Bobby where the mac? Bobby where the mac? Man Eastside got the flow, had to bring it back Now motherf**ers acting conscious and sh** Just cause you're dressed like a hippie Attending the Coachella concert and sh** Don't make you no different than me Cause I happen to like making money and sh** I'm just being honest, I never make promises I just pay homage and sh** No Genre you b**h Bandz