Shy Hype Sound - Raising the Bar lyrics

[Verse 1: DIV/DED] It ain't where you been, it's where you at f** that, f** that Put my city on my back f** around and put my city on the map Might think I have it easy But really, it's just a different kinda trap Really it's silly I'm trying to rap Really it's sh**ty you trying to cap As a matter of fact I could relax But I'd rather take the time And stack ammo on tracks Slick with every rhyme Cause I ain't getting it back I'm Yeezy in this b**h I'm just spitting you facts What's a king without his crown Now riddle me that You superman I'm the bat Kryptonite on the track This sh** is f**ing fire Just ignite with a match On every track Im snapping these backs And I ain't talking bout hats This sh** is lethal, it's a damn attack Should be illegal To even rap like that Most of y'all like how the f** He rap like that Well it's Eminem and acid rap Mixed with Kendrick, Cole world, nasty Nas Busta Bust, Logic, Dre, cube, snoop, Mac Miller all make the cut Say I can't Well f** you this America [Bridge] Oh dear, we are in trouble Hello its the martian [Verse 2: DIV/DED] I just don't give a f** Why do all these rappers s** The flow I switch it up I wish to be something Irish so I'm lucky Eyes on this chick screaming just f** me But I ain't no dummy Raps tight like a mummy I am literally Anubis Who the f** would ever do this I'm too f**ing ruthless No Eazy-E I do this sh** so damn easily This sh** just ain't hard When I'm in 3 keys To right of the space bar Damn I hate y'all Wrote this on the train Next I know it's on a track These are raps That would be in the trash But I guess this a better use than that I bet that you're confused So you better play it back But back to these raps You are looking at The top contender But you know bars, you just a bartender But you no bars, Return to Sender But you No bars, restock at the vendor I'm outta this world I'm talking Mars But boy no Bruno Boy don't you know Play this at my funeral Cause this has me dead And who know how the future go But I know how that future go Where ya a** was at When we took the city over Where ya a** was a** at When they asked us what's the hold up Well where ya a** is at This verse will bend you over Cause this sh** is f**ed I'll never get stuck Like Durbin in mud Hurting is fun Succumb to one Who will k**s sh** for fun Beat anyone Medical sh**, I will treat anyone Ending this sh**, I think that I'm done [Bridge] Might say I sound like slim and you right But isn't it funny Eminem Is the one that I bite Dracula teeth and I come out at night Most of y'all do not write And that's not alright You ain't doing it right Like screwing a dyke Im putting in work Call it crunch time Too full of myself Eat y'all at lunch time And what I spit out Is all of these lines Sick of punchlines But you minimum wage Go back to punch times Give a f** what I do Boy I punch dimes Leave a mark so hard Roosevelt scarred Never land face up again Like hoes Never from the waist up again That's a 6 line metaphor That you weren't ready for I would rip it a little more If it weren't already torn Wouldn't make sense If I f**ing read it to them This sh** is poem Written by a mad man Damn man He goes ballistic Syllables instant Like criminal instinct Sick sick sadistic d**h by affixion Na this ain't fiction I been on this sh** So here's a subscription One listen and next you'll be missing Like emails From Clinton [Bridge 2:DIV/DED] Alright I'm out, I'm done Wait a few more? I guess I guess [Outro] All these shots and these pokes And he hopes to be dope So hopefully grow to be big And go overseas So he could oversee How they all cope with me Ain't nobody owning me