Pat Battle - Look lyrics

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Pat Battle - Look lyrics

[Verse 1] If the reason rap's been weak is a secret, then you should keep it I don't need it in the type of crowd I hang around and be with I bend any procedure to my leisure as I see fit And diss you before I ever believe you like a prefix 90% of what rappers spit is sh**ty filler And the 5% percent that's real ain't even all that really iller I illustrate, juxtapose highs upon the lows Swimming in a sea of prose, fleeing undertows Undercla**, an accident of history Don't mention me in mysteries Though racially I know not what I'm made to be So this is my essay, an attempt to circumvent Every fence disconnecting me from entering and yet - Whatever's on the other side, what if I can't describe? And I'm lost inside a vibe of translation like a tribe From my nation when them guys came and took us for the ride Of our lives - Slaves making waves against the tide Over ripples, middle pa**age to the riddle's pretty simple This ain't my native tongue and I don't wanna read your "Bible" You can babble 'bout your afterlife But as long as I'm grabbin' mics It's bright, like the night lit a wick of a stick of dynamite Reporter on the beat, recordin' notes to meet a quota What I wrote is dope as coke and the beat is the baking soda So the blow that I impose on any bro'll crack his nose Existential KO's from paranormal laced flows Cased closed, my ba** got your face froze, Space Ghost Coast to coast, possess a verbal dose, I'll play the host Firebomb your earnings, burn your bread until it's toast Cause MCs is cheesy all they do is chase the dough - Oh LOL fellas, I'm one hell of a competitor Depend not on a trend setter to measure what is clever, bruh Will I ever be weathered by all the pressure? Never Suh My typeface is custom while you f**ing with Helvetica [Hook: Highest Low & Pat Battle] x2 Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane Nothing in the sky, ain't a damn thing changed You caught up in the hype as you scrolling down the page We all just a slave to a minimum wage [Verse 2] It goes RAWR! RAWR! Like a dungeon dragon What just happened? Worse than what you punks imagined Once I'm rappin' - nothing alleviates the weight Of any statement I could make in this here media debate Cause the greedier the people be, the seedier the fate Empty bottle role models speedy on the take If you leave me at the lake, then it'll lead me to the gate No need to feed me, I stay meaty eatin' MCs off my plate I munch 'em by the bunches as part of my daily lunches You can trust that it's destructive, the method of my consumption Been nothin' short of patient, I've waited for the occasion That necessitates a state of rearrangin' all the basics Motherf**ers who can't seem to comprehend my mantra Are hiding in the wrong genre, try again mañana Back to the drawing board boy, draw your sword It's time to engage battle, wars over mic cords