Samsa - Straight Bars Voume 1 lyrics

Wait, hold up. Let me get this J rolled up I'll tell you motherf**ers what you gotta pay me for a verse if you let me get the f**ing payroll done Y'all could offer your first born child and I'd still bounce out like its' girls gone wild, Style so k**er that my words on bail, all my verbs in jail and my verse on trial all about the ba**, no treble first place on the track, gold medal Shere never get into a situation where he gotta choose, never lose cause the Khan don't settle y'all don't move like your bikes won't pedal think you gon' blow like your mics' gunmetal but that sh** seem like planting a damn seed, leavin' it and hopin' that it might grow petals think you mad cold but you tykes come gentle till' you get popped like a tight blood vessel y'all motherf**ers really going out of style like some cowboy boots with the rhinestone pebbles Line game sharp like a limestone pyramid Y'all act hard but your rhymes don't merit it, The facts are that your act starts played out and you lack bars like a backyard playground but I rap like a track star makes rounds when I go faster than nascar greyhounds Y'all burnouts are like racetrack flame-outs looking at me spit a like spacecraft came down Y'all rusty with dumbed down bars out like parts found in a rundown car pound My eight-track when it's played back bar none gets the crowd revved like a Maybach start sound I really feel like you rappers need guidance Y'all rap ‘bout the same three items, freestyling bout' weed, greed, violence, we don't need these from you, we need silence Y'all say that my tracks need a damn hook f** you, why don't y'all hacks read a damn book Y'all about as well-read as the self-help shelf in a jail library cell in the backwoods Yo, f** the goons and dudes who confusing their youtube views as a proof of some movement All they do's interviews and reviews but there's too few crews just improving their music Y'all prolly like Khan's being cinematic, I'm prolly like nah, see, I'm really mad I was taught to keep my head down even when I'm at it Then I see these cats getting green like a lily pad All these dogs got a dot com blog and a vlog and a blah and a blah and a twitter page It doesn't matter how much sh** you got up on the internet, though b**h, if you all never been on stage See, this sh**'s gettin' pretty old' Some sh**ty a** kid makes a video with a sh**ty rap on a track that's forgettable Couple days pa**, see him dance on the Ellen Show to a damn crowd with some middle aged mom's in it, nearly puts me fit of rage watching it, like they made it cause they rappin' to celebrities Someone tell me though, what happened to integrity?