Ta-Ku - Reptar (I Am) lyrics

[Verse 1] I spit hail to brain cells Like rain fell cept I aim well So my cells are inhaled And I can tell hell to chill And if I feel the need to extend my sales I will I seen my dreams turn to nightmares Tried to fight life right But life, it don't fight fair You bare burdens Just to burn in the sun Now They're in the money, And we're number #1 Saddening that-that means Beans and a hill of em' Even when you k**in em' Billboard fillin' em' With the minimum of hits That you can run with You feeling higher than the sun-sits And you come get your pay-check geeking Thinking you'll won't make less than a mil Cause you did a mill in a weekend So please don't k** the messenga' But these rappers are actors, and dress up thugs Stand up comedians, standing in the median Doing just enough to be standard in the media Stereotypes, feed off stereohype And they don't care if you nice "we just want something that gets the club up and hyped" Thats what they say now-a-days But the way that I blaze I'll be trapped in a cage When the pen maps this place And they don't appreciate My whine for it's age Combined with my stage presence I designed each line to unblind the crowd thats in my lesson Clouded by the essence of the lies like stenches I arrive as a scribe To inspire the unmentioned Rhyme with a message, that's my M.O I say, as I arrive in my limo Yo, demo tape rappers couldn't match the mix You spit content it's nonsense, master it [HOOK] And I'm Reptar To all you n***a's that's rap stars How you ganna' act hard without a trap card? Say you ain't jelly but you act jarred It's a dark world Ask the God from Asgard [Verse 2] I Am the... The Cream of the crop A Beatle to rock A needle to shots Medievil as the people who weezle and plot A son of a god, run in front mobs Under the cobs Webbin like a weapon Collected the nods Heading over to the 7 or eleven is odd I never did pry Whenever I was in an endeavor of mine Cleverest lines, edited why? They never declined My Every essence is measured in primes Accredited by reverence in the presence of eyes A peasant am I? Is a reference to evidence supplied? I'm living a life not giving a fee Or fly a piece of mind Until I get a piece of mine [Hook] [Verse 3] Which half of half-breed Is the catastrophe Having atrophy is actually The reason I take rap so pa**ionately And masterfully in that capacity These fig newtons couldn't grasp the gravity I Match degrees with master thieves The blasphemy of hatching these Conspiracies Thats the reason that I'll never be the last to leap They ask of me the last to sleep If I've had a nap in the last of weeks Nah, n***a, catch I keep Early bird n***a's never the last to eat My Homie blast that beat... [Hook]