Josh M. & Ben S. - It Ain't All That Serious lyrics

[Intro] Hip hop Uh, and alright, & okay [Verse 1] And alright, ladies and gentlemen, welcome back for the second chapter This is after lip lock happy ever after, sung from rafters Lightning in a bottle captured, bruh I ain't just some new rapper I think I said that before? If not I'll rea**ure later Name is Josh Murray, at the least I'm here to please Kate Casler Yessir, it's Yung Pastor back for the second time Master Josh Murray, hurry and see me wreck some rhymes Beat murderer, I plead guilty to the crime And now before I'm done with the sentence, let me present you this sentence: [Chorus] Just don't take this too serious We just make music to vibe with [Verse 2] I don't make filler tracks, this is a movement Just something that you can groove with Just something that you can vibe with This rhapsody contains a couple tricks and traps combined with A whole new feeling to it, I hope you like it I spit fire; we all know it, I been proved it Now comes the fun part, focusing on the music The instrumentation's crazy like 10,000 Benjamins beyond last time And I whittle them all down to the last dime To the last rhyme So don't expect any flashy verses I'm not a rapper, I'm a poet like Virgil versus a wordsmith Kick back, relax, take off your kicks, open your purses Toss a dollar if you want If not? Ay, you're still worth it I bundle two gifts in this 'jungle music', gab and progressive flow Put that over Schnier and it appears to be professional So y'all like to think we're next, but in reality TV, my confessional We put it all on tunes just for you, and if it's wack... ...So? [Chorus] [Verse 3] But then it's like, why try to fight it? If I'm lying I'm crying and if I'm crying I'm lying I guess I might be a Mayan, I mean I'm ending rappers' worlds And trick, I'm flyer than fly Like I'm from Philly like Milly Ay, where my miles? I'm silly And still in time with this trilling Keep it trillest at all times 'Til it's a little kid living in the business of k**ing I make a k**ing off k**ing But only beats I take an 808 and slice it to a 404 Dabble in horrorcore if it's more important Or if you're important, then I'll order more Like a drill sergeant Going hard in the paint I'm not the one you wanna start with I'm hardest, smartest, an artist And, honestly, beyond modest A refined palette, so let me paint this picture like MS Lambaste the wack, that's my job description And this ain't scripted, it's cryptic P.S.: Thank me later, I put the haters on milk cartons! [Outro] So, don't take this too serious. We, uh, w-we just make music to vibe with. Unless, of course, you wanna sign me, cause I mean, that's cool too. Ummm... next track!