Lew Salem - Rampage lyrics

[Verse: Lew Salem] It's a shame that we live in a nation filled with dummies That would do anything for the smallest chunk of money Fall for pyramid schemes like, flies for honey And neglect a better world where the skies are sunny While the 1 Percent love to front that life is great "Ha-ha" to the bank, where them poor folks ain't! But I shouldn't really talk, cause I ain't no saint And to get to the top I'll do whatever it takes That's why can't nobody's bars be fresher than mine Watch me swerve with verb, and vibe on the rhyme And in time realize that your eyes are, witness to The rise of a simple man, trying to be a God of the floss, never getting lost to the grave or cops You ain't in Kansas anymore boy, welcome to Oz The land where the beat drops right on time I'm on my grind, blowing up like I stepped on a mine Let 187 this beat one time Put the verse in reverse, dial 1-1-9 I flow like the tides, and hit you where it hurt Sniff the dirt, dirt naps in the hearse Dispersing curses on the haters, watch 'em all disperse See ya later, I'm traversing universes Transverse to the lames, 'cause we ain't the same Got my brain in this game, can't tame this mane This a rise to fame, I light this place in a blaze It's insane, how I locked it all down in a matter of days Even I don't know, how the flow so cold Like eskimos stuck in polar snows With the A/C stuck on froze Yet you're still getting burns in the degree of three, with about five O's f** the crooked 5-0, my grind a little grimey on my crooked 5-0 If you ain't already know Wa**a ha**a, check the rosta'. My squad real No impostas, blow the block up, Hurt Locker "Lew electric with these words," what shocker! I'm on spitting hotter than the best like I ought to Performed at my alma-mater, Flash Back Friday The king need his green, got to have that my way If you could see the outcome like my eyes did You could see all the big sh** that I did And no you not invited, that sh** was private I'm the king like Titus, all gold no Midas Don't mind this, I'm surplus, you minus You're tryna dig deep, but you still couldn't mine this Bro. Don't fight this, oh so righteous flow Aiming right through you might smite your soul Sick, I got that virus flow It's unfair when I spit, I got that biased flow I need some fast cash, where them GTA cheat codes Bout to hit the nail on the head like I work for Home Depot I'm firing off shots, load them torpedoes Them hoes seem nice, til' they do you dirty, they Sweet n' Low Fake, moving on. Tell me what reverse is Bringing the game back to life with no nurses Still k** a weak rapper, I need some more hearses All my bars are big bangs, I spit universes