M. Slago - Rhyme and Reason: Coronation lyrics

[RoQy TyRaiD] RoQy. Ty. RaiD Time for me to run around Phoenicians, put the town's emcees into the ground beneath us/ Non-believers, hope you found your seats, forego formalities, bestow The Crown to me. Some/ Mad at me for jumpin' out of the scene and tourin' out in En-gl-and without a visa/ I'm distinguished, you can find me featured durin' Rhyme and Reason every Friday evenin'/ Every time I handed 'em a tune, they spin it like capillary tubes/ Through this simple action status is accrued/ Generating capital from groves/ How come this ain't happenin' for you? / You too complacent to me/ Creatively vapid, your cadences weak/ I suggest takin' a knee/ Perpetually chasin' my lead, that's where yall fated to be/ Pitiful, never should've been approved/ It's considered rude, but I'll a**ume while yall bitter dudes/ All your music's identical/ It's the muse for Steph Curry's tennis shoes/ I've -- been improved, every song's a masterpiece/ Your "bars" need John Tafferty. Get a stool/ Then Google what "nonfactor" means/ You want a shot outcla**in' me? Get in school/ Rappers, yes, I demand respect/ Our out that door you'll get Jazzy Jeff'ed/ You see, your a** can't pa** the test. This is rap, not Ma** Effect/ Psycho Pat AND Fact are next/ Better catch their sets/ They got them NBA Jams for your basket nets/ Everything that's wack's exempt, so don't act depressed/ I'm a God, this station should be tax-exempt/ Stop the sentiments. I'm like Rok with the penmanship/ Twist your top like a Renuzit/ I am far from a "resident"/ 'Bout to take it from the top, once Mattlocks settles in/ With immaculate playlists, your samples are basic/ You'll never make the cut like Anthony Davis/ Guess who joined forces?/ RoQy-Apocalypse and the Four Horsemen/ It Goes.. Psycho Pat, Rok, Mattlocks, Fact, where you at? (x4) Rhyme and Reason/ It is time to begin, keep your dial synched in/ They're on they job, you best apply from Linkedin/ Get the pod, so if you miss a bar, you can rewind the sequence/ Writer's Guild/ We come to your spot and your tires squeal/ The title was never yours/ Toe-to-Toe, won't survive, get a better goal. On your 7th Drive and you never scored/ I'm snappin' like Pinterest/ More quotables than applyin' for medical/ I'll snatch all you n***as up/ Children of Men and I'm Chiwetel Ejiofor/ Most Fear for seven years/ A walking weapon, I should tour in a Metal Gear/ (uh) 'Far as Arizona spitters, I paved the way/ Me and Rhyme and Reason saved the Day/ Guild