Young Walt - Anti-Cultural Digest lyrics

Ok, ok turn my mic up Ain't no mic in here f** am I saying, ain't no beat Bro you wilding Aye man shut the f** up let me get these bars off man, sh** Aight brother, aight. No need to get heated in this b**h Yeah I ain't need this crown no more, it's astonishing, abolish it I'll go 80 rounds without acknowledging I'll go over 80 without a scholarship, that's on some baller sh** Nail in the coffin I'll polish it, they dislodging it All at my feet, "when you dropping it?” Blood rushing, need some thrombolysis Zebra stripes so I'm calling it, homie I'll call it in They momma's bottle almost empty still claiming they competent I don't spare them any less consequence, I'm just a slave to my confidence I'm just a postulant protestant, Iucky you brought us in k** em off one by one, that's approximate May need to pay him a compliment, he may need to pay me in condiments May need to learn what a condom is before I go hopping the continent I write this sh** like a columnist All of your sh** is just fraudulent Double tapping on my providence, you not that prominent Red hearts in the comments so she know what a promise is Dreams turning consummate, life of a communist Your sh** is so oscitant, compared to mine opulent This ain't anonymous, it's just not obvious They build me up like a monument My reign is dominant, the game's only occupant I keep my pain in that document That make the rest of it opposite They don't know what a prophet is, ain't winning I'm profiting I got my mind on my Goddesses', that's my prerogative Still 10 O'clock, they already forgotten his No name brand, I call it "forgotten diss” I switch the flow up from Dan, to Dan Horton Your old sh** is boring, you're so important Your whole flow imported, my whole sh**'ll burn you, it's torrid Your whole God damn sh** is horrid I'll turn his whole God damn clique morbid Aiming for your head, pelvis, and vital organs My bars in another orbit, going off without a warning Going off without a d**h warrant, homie your breath horrid My sh** smell like smoke and Emma Watson's a**, my breath foreign Renegade of this rap game, my pace torrent My face to face is running it's courses, my heart is in Florence Running into Jennifer Lawrence My brain is absorbent, her brain is just porous I think I'm Ye and I'm Jordan, the fame and the fortune I ain't even give you a portion I got the whole f**ing O, I'm in Portland I think they should know I'm important Swimming with sharks like a porpoise I paint her face like a portrait- nah hold up I got em freeze framed like I was painting a portrait It's too easy, might need to take up recording New morning, the whole game is in mourning The whole game in accordance, the whole game is conforming I'm the big homie now, my whole game is enormous If I ever pick the pen up, his whole name in rigor mortis He needs an informant to tell him to forfeit Stepping out with my for-foot, boy looking like four foot Boy I'm looking gorgeous, you got the hair but I'm the tortoise Got people watching, so I make sure the game ain't scoreless I think they need a chorus, I think they need a thesaurus Trying to reach the levels I peak, like Tyrannosaurus This sh** ain't even challenging Lil homie need to get me on the phone with management Can we please fast forward to when these clowns is vanishing So arrogant, self entitled-abandonment These egg heads is scrambling They ain't diss writing they gambling I make em feel small like a mannikin I dress em up however I want like a mannequin I'll switch the whole game up like I'm Anakin This just some sh** to make me feel like the man again I got em panicking, well timed shenanigans A women's rights activist, artistic abstractionist Somebody please tell me who the f** running this establishment I'll blow the f**ing doors off the Vatican Meet your antagonist, the boy with the dragon breath An unproven romanticist, un-detained graduate, World-changing applicant, a** eating advocate I'm up 5-0 on aggregate, just getting the hang of it Might have to drop a whole tape if these boys stay asking for it Sheeeeesh! My boy good God need to sit your a** down real quick. Ye and Jordan? God f**ing Damn my boy this some next level. Blowing my God damn mind, ya hear me!