Isaiah & Hovey - Descent lyrics

[Verse 1: Isaiah] How should I begin this? Like I'm so offended? Really I'm just hyped, appreciate it that you're listening Same time, I don't get it, how are we not being mentioned? Me and Hovey Benjamin, you heard these instrumentals, man? Perhaps the fact that the state In which I rap Has got a bad rap itself, that sh**'s bad for my health Problem is, I got it bad for the belt But the Bottom & Back Bus is like a pathway to Hell Past 2nd Street, guess I'm halfway to Hell I hit hell in a hand basket so pa** me the L My eyes turn red, I feel my capillaries swell Between my eyes and the smell, it ain't hard to tell These cats want support yet they stay on some bogus sh** Then when I don't plug for them, they act sanctimonious In the field of rap, I'm supreme Keep sleeping, I'll turn the field of rap into the Field of Dreams If you want me on a track, blow that to smithereens I've murdered every beat that's in my path and I still hear the screams "If you build it, they will come," that's what a voice said If they listen, I'll keep spitting till I gots no voice left [Hook: Isaiah] f** with me! f** with me! Listen to my sh**! And if you don't think it's dope, yo I don't care, yo, s** my dick! I'm the man, I'm the man And I'm entering my prime Making these f**heads mad Cause we're stealing all their shine, HA! [Bridge] b**h! Mother f**er! b**hes [Repeat 3x] [Verse 2: Isaiah] It's a motherf**ing ma**acre Leaving residue in bongs for the scavengers Sparking up my joint, homes, my point is I got this b**h wrapped like my joint is b**h, I'm on the bubble, b**h, I'm on the cusp b**h, I'm f**ing trouble, need a Hubble when I bust Because I'm a f**ing star, peep the constellation Life is an observatory, peep the observation A lot of cats are waiting for me to make a statement It seems every time I run my mouth I get standing ovation They tell me to be patient but I pay little mind Motherf**ers want me dead, I only got a little time Not to be too morbid, my thoughts aren't sordid or nothing Trynna get my thoughts sorted or something I keep so many flows I'm like a hoarder or something Girls, bounce on your toes till the floorboards are jumping Prude women dig and the who*es f**ing love it Ritzy chicks up on my sh** like an hors d'oeuvre, no fronting Leprechaun... Gotta gold pot of something Never been, but heard my songs go hard in London Probably because my mind shines bright like tungsten W... Just checked in like Dunston For the W, getting paid... Ed Wuncler Or Westbrook, b**h, I bring that Thunder I think I'm KD, I think I'm KG Tom Brady, these b**hes want my baby A word to the DJs hesitant to play Me: Everybody goes crazy when they hear that boy Zay C [Hook] [Outro] I drink the rum so I could feel good! f** with me, f** with me... Smoking all this weed f**ing all these b**hes Smoking all this weed Getting higher than a muh f**er ...Higher than them other brothers Isaiah the Gentleman, here with Dr. Hovey...