Lu-Tang - Never Gonna Stop lyrics

Yo, you know what I should do? Naa..Ok I'll..Naa Nah actually..alright f** it Look it's Fenton on them I'm rapping like it's Christmas Eve b**h I'm going in, you don't wanna really mess with me My flow stays sick like a hospital patient And I'm running through this car Like I'm in a f**ing race track Going on the flow like my name is Rida Flo Rida, Florida Reference to a state and a rapper at the same time Changing the game Like I put a Monopoly piece on the board when it wasn't my turn I got bored of the rap game So I went to start singing opera I got bored of opera So I started watching Oprah I got my flow and then I'm on top of the game I'm eating Whoppers while eating a banana b**h my flow's on top of the microphone When I rap on the metrodome I went back in time and played Back to the Future backwards My flow is like a banana Man what the f** I just said banana Running this, but I don't know how to stop I'm bouta spit a four minute freestyle off the dome I spit straight fire while you're home alone I'm actually home alone like Macaulay Culkin I'm spitting straight fire Flyer than a fallcon Or a falcon Don't even know how to go out of this I'm on top of the game and I'm not even playing You know, I'm insane in the membrane Without taking anything I can't rap anymore god dammit What is with this game? I don't even know how to stop I don't know how to start again Cause I'm so bad at rapping But I'm not a battle rapper It's Lu-Tang The revision is still coming back April 38th is when my mixtape drops You see, April 38th isn't a real date So your mind gets messed up Cause you think it's a real date Get the date checked Get the game wrecked Top of the check I got Wu-Tang on my chest Cause that's all I damn rep But it should be Lu-Tang I got a symbol for it L-T, that's just what I stand for Look, Fenton on them I'm dancing on them Rapping on top of the track While dropping acid on top of the back All these wack raps I don't know how to spit wack raps Cause I only rap on top of wack tracks I don't know how to go with it cause I'm on top of it I'm spitting straight octopus Cause I be all squiggly and jiggily I'm running on top of the flow "Oh my god, how does he keep going?" "I don't know", that's what they all say Cyclops flow cause I got one eye I don't know how to go with it I'm just one guy All my beats are all made by me That's a lie But I still get money I don't get money That's another lie I'm still spitting straight funny My raps aren't that funny anymore I gotta slow it down My beats are kinda hot, I call that a stove That was a pretty lame an*logy But I'm still k**ing all these Gs I don't spit much fire G But you know imma be Like that Black Eyed Peas Song from 2010 I keep referencing songs Ben 10, when I'm on top of the Ben 10 Oh god, that was an ugly line I don't care anymore, cause my raps are so damn bad It's gonna make your mind sore I'm soaring like an eagle A bald eagle I'm balder than Walter White But I'm not Walter White Cause I'm not a chemistry teacher like Ms. Dodd I kind it quite odd These rappers are on my mind It's like my mind is playing tricks on me Like the Geto Boys That's a song back from the 90s when rap was actually factual Racking on top of the track But I'm not factual I am not a rapper All that's leftover's a wrapper Spitting straight fuego Feugo on my mind I used to be on top But now I'm on my grind Wayne used to be a rapper Now he's not even a factor Now everything's f**ed up, every since Drake started rapping Honestly, really the real problem is Iggy Azalea I'm so sick of her, I don't know what rhymes with Azalea God dammit, she's a failure What am I gonna say? I'm on top of the mic And I'm still blasting that cla**ic Marvin Gaye I don't even know how to stop anymore The only thing that really is good with this rap is Yo, I miss the 90s, but I wasn't even like alive back then God dammit, my rap sk**s are kinda like a falafel What? I don't know how I'm gonna go without a waffle My rhyme is like swiss cheese Cause it got holes in it And I'm just stacking money Cause I got poles in it My flow stays on top of them Like I am a box I'm trapped in the box with my emotions and my thoughts I'm Lu-Tang, I'm never gonna stop And you know Imma do this until my mixtape drops I'm on them I'm gone 'em I'm gone with the wind And I'm fighting a bull I'm raging a bull like Di Nero You don't know how to send me I'm eating cheerios while I have friends with Robert Cranston On top of the mic, but I'm not even dancing Like Dirty Dancing Spitting straight fire I'm the greatest rapper after every rapper in the damn planet Ahhhh