Chris Webby

[fox69]

"Get From Round"

"Get From Round"


[Intro:]
Uh, yessir
It's Chris Webby
2-0-3, where you at?
Ha-ha, yeah

[Verse:]
Get from out of my vicinity, listen see
This is the dude who be flyer than a Griffin, B
Sippin' tea, gettin' my voice right to strike out willingly
Ready for the game, already had my epiphany
Now who could get rid of me, I show no sympathy
When I hit the track I make 'em jump like Jiminy
Cricket, and bitches be bewildered by my wizardry
And opponents be gettin' Michael J Fox jittery
Can't tell if I'm dreaming, somebody start pinching me
How do I keep killing these critics with my similes
Metaphors, I'm the Megazord, y'all feeling me
I'll rap from now until you count to infinity
Flower like Mozart, conducting my symphony
Holding down on stage with my main man Timothy
Simply a pot-head, I am the epitome
But I am who I am and nobody could reconfigure me
You think there was ten of me, the way I crush my enemies
A guaranteed recipe for disaster, come step to me
Generally, you don't even know how potent the venom be
I'm handsome, young and in charge like John Kennedy
There is no discrepancy, I'm illy with my weaponry
I got the front goin' at the theater, no one's ahead of me
I'm losin' it mentally, but flowing indelibly
So, who here could measure me 'cause you know who Webby be
Just know that Webby be readily rolling up that Heddy Tree
Smoking 'til I'm 70, get at me
And I'm spittin' it fatal
On demand like digital cable, make heads spin like a Dreidel
I am able and mad nice, so bitch you better act right
'Cause steppin' to me is like seeing Clay Aiken and Shaq fight
Hit 'em so hard that I knock 'em to their past life
Even though I'm white enough to glow in front of black lights
That's right, I am the best you can't mess bro
Nike Kicks, wardrobe trashed from Mark Echo
Let's go, blazing the shit, got haze in the spliff
Bitch, I'm number one like I'm taking a piss
But I spit out number two 'cause what I say is the shit
Bitch, I'm hungry in the game I need a table for six
There's no evasion from this, 'cause I'm a leave them on the floor dead
'Cause y'all are about as hard as an infant's forehead
I run this shit 'til I got sore legs, I need a stretch
Hip Hop chia pet, living off of weed and sex
Line 'em all up, I'll knock 'em down, I can beat the best
Now I need a breath, I need a rest

[Outro:]
Ha-ha, that's just how it is baby
It's bars all day, I just drop bars
Whatever hobby, we goin' to the top, baby
Yessir

Get from round me [x4]

Ha

 

[fox69]

"Get Loose"

"Get Loose"


Yeah, haha. It's Chris Webby. Yeah.
Static on the beat.
Baby I get loose,
I get loose.
You know what I mean?
I'm feelin' good,
Real good.
Uh huh, yeah. Yeah.

It's that human dictionary,
Webby's always rapping A to Z.
Never smart to play with me
The flow is never A to G [?].
My style is indescribable
So nobody can label me.
Get loose with a bottle of goose,
Rollin' an eighth of weed.

Step to me,
Then I'm prepared for war.
'Cause I'm a ninja
So you know I'm down to carry a sword.
In the lead,
So my competitors stare at the score.
While I'll be gettin' high like Chewbacca
And Harrison Ford.

Immature,
Yeah, sure
But I spit that heat.
Molten lava off the top,
Baby, Dante's peak.
I just tighten up my sneaks,
And I stomp that beat.
Build a butcher
Don't even know if you want that beef.

I get loose like the crotch of my jeans.
So complex when I rap.
Can't even tell what a lot of it means.
But I be gettin' to the top
By any possible means.
With that audio crack rock
I got for the fiend.

I get loose,
In the booth
And I'm at it again.
So get ready for the show
Baby gather your friends.
It's that foul mouth white boy
Back to offend
Everybody that I can.
Where's my pad and a pen?
I get loose
With the flow
Never air to my words.
CT on my back,
And I'm reppin' for sure.
Anybody and everybody can tell
It's my turn.
So I'm a show these people why Webby's
The best in the burbs.

I roll the dice like Jumanji,
No Robin Williams,
But I'll have a pack of animals
Stampeding through your lobby.
I'm the son of Zeus,
Webby spit it godly.
I'm a good fella,
Play the roll of Tommy.

With a couple of zannies
In my system
And a Callanie [?]
I'll be wallin' out of control.
I fuckin' dare you to stop me.

I'm edgier
Than complicated origami.
Throwin' fists,
I'm the opposite of Gandhi.
Never be wack,
I'm head of the pack,
I'm leveling tracks.
Etc, you step in the ring,
I'm sending you back.

You'll be lucky if you leave
And then your head is attached.
When I attack the nervous system
With these venemous tracks.
Stay loose with the laces on my boots,
Living proof,
That hip-hop ain't dead,
It evolved to something new.
So call the army
And bring out the damn tanks.
'Cause that's all she wrote
Diary of Anne Frank.

I get loose,
In the booth
And I'm at it again.
So get ready for the show
Baby gather your friends.
It's that foul mouth white boy
Back to offend
Everybody that I can.
Where's my pad and a pen?
I get loose
With the flow
Never air to my words.
CT on my back,
And I'm reppin' for sure.
Anybody and everybody can tell
It's my turn.
So I'm a show these people why Webby's
The best in the burbs.
Yeah.

 

[fox69]

"Go Back"
(feat. Oncue)

"Go Back"
(feat. Oncue)



Yeah, Chris Webby, Oncue
Sometimes I just wanna go back
Be a kid again ya know, yeah yeah

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
I wanna go back to bein' a kid
Everything was easier, ya had to just live
I was a little dude, chillin' with my nose runny
Eatin' grilled cheese and watchin' Doug Funny
Havin' play dates, buildin' Legos with my boys
And buyin' kids meals just so I could get the toys
Way before Twitter, Wii and PS3
We used to play capture the flag and hide and seek
Freeze tag with them Velcro kicks on my feet
Or them light-up sneaks, on the bus rollin' deep
Back before I ever smoked weed yet
Used to run a 7-minute mile during recess
Now it takes like 9 just to jog like half of that
Wanna go back to that, kick it in the Cabbage Patch
And that's where you can find me
It's Chris Webby dog and I'm a product of the 90's

[Chorus: Oncue]
I'm a go back, I'm a I'm a go back to the very first time
I'm a go back, I'm a I'm a go back when I wrote my first rhyme
I'm a go back, I'm a I'm a go back when I learned this crime
I'm a go back, I'm a I'm a go back and move forward and shine

[Verse 2: Chris Webby]
Bein' a kid was just plain illa
Chillin' havin battles my action figures
I had every Ninja Turtle and every one of the X-Men
Teddy Ruxpin was my muthafuckin' best friend
Mighty Max and G.I. Joes
Goin' home with grass stains, Mama clean my clothes
Roll with Tamagotchis in my pocket
A holographic Charizard card, I got it
The Megazord dope, kill it with the weapons
The Pink Ranger gave me my very first erection
Lion King was the shit yo, enough said
When Rafiki drew Simba got it tatted on my leg
Way before I knew what an e pill was
I used to eat mad candy just to catch a little buzz
Now who could rock like I could
Time goes on but I'll always love childhood (uh)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Oncue]
Hey big guy, you already said it
No rewindin' tape, no need to edit
Ever since 7 I've been grindin for my lettuce
'Cause my mom and poppa told me no one gon' let us
Get it, so sick I need a medic
At age 8 imagined a Marsialago
Comin in with Donatello and Leonardo
Rocked a mask like Zoro, wanted money like lotto
Summers by the beach house, murdered that gelato
Homerun derby had the hoes screamin' "Bravo! "
Now I grew up I'm the man with the hot flow
Don't know no gangstas, bloods, vatos
You can't see me 'cause it's hazy from the pot smoke
I'm goin' way way back, hey Dad press this record on the 8-track
If you don't let me get 'em I'm a paint my face black
Runnin' in that bitch strapped like "Take that! "

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Goin' Down"

"Goin' Down"


Yeah, Webby (haha)
Uh uh
(All the right friends in all the wrong places)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
(Everybody knows, everybody knows where we're goin')
We goin' we goin' we goin' (yeah, we're goin' down)

[Verse 1:]
We goin' down, town to town the whole court
East to west side, got fan support
I serve 'em with the music like a delicatessen
What will I do next, got Connecticut guessin'
Leave a hell of an impression, my words are my weapons
Now that my name's stretchin' they startin' to feel threatened
I'm rowdy, I'm rough around the edges and I'm reckless
Rock mics from New York, Philly to Texas
Eat rappers for breakfast, murder a beat
Got peoples from Florida to Old Orchard Beach
Up north, but of course I show up with a team
Roll deep like e-pills on submarines
Blow up scene, half and half I need cream (or C.R.E.A.M.?)
So I can add some thickness to the pockets of my jeans
One day I'll be on that TV screen
But until then I'm chillin', just livin' the dream like

(All the right friends in all the wrong places)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
(Everybody knows, everybody knows where we're goin')
We goin' we goin' we goin' (yeah, we're goin' down)

[Verse 2:]
We goin' down like a light switch, we on that hype shit
Middle fingers aren't concerned about politeness
Rip mics righteous, who could not like this
Eagle in the sky while you birds still flightless
Do nothin' but travel, flowin' 'n' such
Got girls across the east side blowin' me up (bling bling)
They all got Chris Webby in the tape deck
Jersey Shore to my mama cita in (Great Neck?)
Sorority girls from Hofstra to Adelphi
Down in L.I. they bumpin' that Webb Y
And I'll make sure that they all are pretty
Got a Barbie bitty down in (Gardner City?)
I guess I got hoes in different area codes
CT two-oh-three to eight-six-oh
And how could I complain about gettin' laid off of mixtapes
Even though I probably got kids in like six states

(All the right friends in all the wrong places)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
(Everybody knows, everybody knows where we're goin')
We goin' we goin' we goin' (yeah, we're goin' down)

[Verse 3:]
We goin' down like the temperature in winter
A skinny white boy inked up, no printer
CT Simba, knock 'em down yellin' out "Timber! "
For those who support all of my ninja
That's what it is, I'm here to make it pop off
Lyrical hot sauce too dirty to wash off
I'm a boss with suburban swag
Spittin' since I had a fuckin' pet hermit crab
I'm burnin' bags, turn in a swervin' cab
To the school of hard knocks (capitalize that?) where I learned to brag
And when we roll up to show our face
Bitch I'm walkin' in the door like I own the place
Just gimme one mic, I'm the dopest look
How to Be a White Rapper - I wrote the book
And that's just how it is, and that's just how it be
So keep doin' you, everybody lovin' me

Yeah
(All the right friends in all the wrong places)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
(Everybody knows, everybody knows where we're goin')
We goin' we goin' we goin' (yeah, we're goin' down)
(All the right friends in all the wrong places)
Eh eh eh ehm, yeah, Webby
(Everybody knows, everybody knows where we're goin')
We goin' we goin' we goin' (yeah, we're goin' down)
We goin' down
Underclassman, Chris Webby, CT, holla

 

[fox69]

"Good Day"
(feat. Jitta On The Track)

"Good Day"
(feat. Jitta On The Track)



[Intro:]
We so high
'Cause we so high

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
Yeah
I'm feeling lovely, please don't judge me
Walking on the wild side, you just got to trust me
Rolling round with hippies, everyday I puff trees
Getting so high there ain't nobody above me
And I'm feeling spectacular chilling at the bar
No need for the mean mugging while they acting hard
I be chilling with the people that are happier
And I don't need the biggest house or the fastest car
Shit I'm me and that's all I'll ever be, son
I don't need no money to shape who I become
I'm my own man, now that's freedom
You getting what you paid for no refunds
But fuck it yo this a good day
Listen when the hook play
Baby, this them positive vibes and what I should say
Is that I'm faded, feeling happy as fuck
Living every single day like it's the Cannabis Cup

[Hook:]
Yeah, We smoke and get by
And you know that we so high
And I'm never come down
Yeah, I'm never gonna come down
I'm Just tryna have a good day
'Cause we so high
(When they see him in the dope now?)
We don't really got to stop living this way
But I'm gonna have a good day
Yeah, I'm tryna have a good day

[Verse 2: Jitta On The Track]
Man, I'm so high and I can't come down
She said that she single and she wants some fun now
Said that I'm Jitta and she took her tongue out
Tried to say she shy but that weed's so loud
I be out in L.A
Homegrown the team, baby
Tryna fit a whole eighth up inside a leaf, baby
Yo I'm tryna (cuff?) girl, I ain't with police, baby
Jitta On The Track, (lumber?) life's what your seeing, baby
Yeah, I started with a swisher smoke a blunt up in the morning
Man, I'm tryna have a good day but you know I'm steady on it
And I'm all about my paper like a office to the (laws?)
Get to coughing, man, I'm fresh to death to the [?]
I'm stoned on top like a coffin
Stoned in the cold like I'm Austin
Baby, we can kick it like (Kosten?)
White boys saying that I'm awesome
Shit, I'm just tryna smoke weed to be honest

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Chris Webby]
Feeling great, B
Everything is gravy
I'm just living life, going wherever it takes me
Started from the bottom, now I'm up on phase three
Shit, you know I got them and the crowd be going crazy
I just run in through this war zone
Tryna keep my head low
Think they messing with me, motherfucker, that's a heck no
Check yo, every time I spit I make them sweat yo
You would think they doing hot yoga in a trench coat
I'm just chilling doing my thing
I could give a shit about the money and the fame
All I need some good weed and a bong and a flame
And a little bad bitch that'll scream my name
When I'm laying that pipe like Luigi
Holler when you see me
Cotton mouth criminal, sipping on a Fiji
Coming with that fire they be calling me Khaleesi
I'm just being me I just need to be easy

[Hook]

[Outro:]
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

 

[fox69]

"Grindin'"
(feat. Tim Gallo, Sam Davies)

"Grindin'"
(feat. Tim Gallo, Sam Davies)



Yeah,
I love girls,
What's the matter with that?
And they like me back
As a matter of fact.
See I'm at the bar
Grabbing a drink,
Give 'em a wink.
If she smiles
I'll be over there quick as an eye blinks.

And I think you lookin' real sexy, yo.
If you wanna hit the dance floor,
Let me know.
I'm already thinkin' about hittin' it
Or licking it like licorice.
Wishin' the perfect image
It change up the sun into me.

Your style,
Girl I'm diggin' it.
She stay fly
And if she got the fresh kicks on
I gotta say hi.
I be
Highly
Skilled with the rhythm
Don't try me.

Step up in the club,
No I.D.
Like I don't give a fuck
That I'm 19.
Find me at the bar doin' work,
Lookin' for the girl here with the shortest skirt.

Now go back forth,
Right left,
Pull it,
Push till you're running out of breathe
With me.
Stay grindin' on the dance floor.
Stay grindin' on the dance floor.
Back forth,
Left right,
Grab it,
Tongue goin' at it all night
With me.
Stay grindin' on the dance floor.
Stay grindin' on the dance floor.

Screamin' Ay Bay Bay
In the club
So make way.
Just had a pay day,
Ya need vajayjay,
Okay?
Now y'all ain't ready for this,
Girl so just stop.
Take a break real quick.

Not smoother,
Slick,
But my game's still sick.
I'll make Tila Tequila stick to the dick.
Listen to this;
Hip-hop song soon as I enter.
For stop on the list,
To the closest bartender.
Checkin' on the list
As to find me a chick.
After I sing right out my peoples
And drank a bit.

Taking shot after shot after shot after shot.
If I got money,
Then why not?
I got lyrics,
And rhyme hot.
I got the hottest bitches on campus on my-
What?
'Cause it's all about the sex man,
Just jump on the dance floor
And grind like an X-Game.

Now go back forth,
Right left,
Pull it,
Push till you're running out of breathe
With me.
Stay grindin' on the dance floor.
Stay grindin' on the dance floor.
Back forth,
Left right,
Grab it,
Tongue goin' at it all night
With me.
Stay grindin' on the dance floor.
Stay grindin' on the dance floor.

One time
And two steppin',
I'm two steppin'.
I rhyme with perfection,
I grind with aggression.
I'm from behind
On the side in resection.
Got it on her mind,
But the grind's my profession.
If she get blogded
Cup a wine for refreshment.

On the dance floor
Tryin' to find a contestant.
So try to find a contestant,
What a shame
Even if you're fine
You're a freshman.
Three of four options,
Never nothing less than.
Dimes do it
Never find my dimension.
No.

Eights and nines,
And two or three sevens,
And if you line 'em up
It's booty meet heaven.
A couple shots here and there
Feeling invincible.
Mami over there
And her friend's irrisistible.
I scored 3,
And called it the hattrick,
The transition from the dance floor
To my mattress.

Just grind with me,
Yeah, grind with me.
Yeah,
Drop it to the floor
Girl, grind with me.
Just grind with me,
C'mon and grind with me.
If you hustle on my rocket
And you grind with me.
Now, grind with me.
C'mon and grind with me.
My sexy women and the bar
Just grind with me.
Now grind with me,
Get on your grind with me.
Who can grind with me?
Now baby grind with me.
Yeah.
I'm feelin' good.
Stay on that grind, baby.
But you got a bag full of dubs in your pocket,
And a fat ass baggin' all up on your shit,
Stay grindin'.
Holla.

 

[fox69]

"Hands Up"

"Hands Up"


I started off a little guy, baby full of laughter
But due to Darwin's theory I evolved into a rapper
Flip a couple chapters, this foul mouthed bastard
Is here to get this rap shit mastered
After I talk to you and get to speak what I'm about
Linguistic, twisted diarrhea of the mouth
So hot, drop the mic and I'll leave the set steamin'
I been the best breathin', since I was breast feedin'
Presto, I'm back writin' rhythmic manifestos
So let's go, I'm meaner than an angry Lou Ferrigno
Flows that'll get yo hands in the izz-air
Blunt rap, puff that, done that, been there
So tap the keg, let's get drunker than we've ever been
Liquor settin' in, shit somebody let Webster in
So go and fill yourself another dutch
And put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

[Chorus:]
Put your hands up, everybody stand up 'cause we ain't leavin' till they throw us in some handcuffs
So put them hands up up up up up, and keep it goin' like (hey!)
Put your hands up, roll yourself a gram up, if you ain't twisted go and fill another damn cup
And put them hands up up up up up, and keep it goin' like (hey!)

I'm a mix of rhymes with some Nirvana and Sublime
Eric Clapton with the rappin', Jimi Hendrix in his prime
A little bit of Lennon and Zeppelin up in the mixture
Stumblin' around on more drugs than Keith Richards
Hard body spitta, overnight deliver
Lyrics sharper than Legolas's arrows up in the quiver
Liquor by the pitcher, beer by the thirty rack
Droppin' dirty ass, intelligent wordy raps
So raise your hands to the God damn roof
Sippin' white grape juice with the eighty-five proof
I'm the truth, go to parties in my birthday suit
And holler at any chick I think's cute, and to boot
I'm an artist to my roots, and I got the soul
Rollin' deep, shit I'm showin' up with Jacques Cousteau
I'm a pro, here to show you what this rappin's about
So put 'em up like you have balloons attached to your house

[Chorus]

That's how we do it

 

[fox69]

"Hard Road"

"Hard Road"


You see I'm going down a hard road
Light speed activate
Moving at a rapid pace
Down whatever path it takes
To the top, the tippy tipidy top
Cause I'm spittin it hot
With a vicious rhythm to watch
Block to the subburbs
I'm known as a dope rhyme buster
Full of drug references and cuss words
Parents, I'm what you do not want your kids to be
Crazy little bastard on more drugs than Lindsey B
(Snnniffff) shit
Back to rehab I suppose that's it
Pneumonia with the flowin cause I spit it that sick
I'm just gettin where I'm going yo I'll be there in a bit
I'm the shit, pound sign just sayin
So tweet that while my cd's in your Ipod playin
Always got the bar raisin
Gettin pussy like a young Hank Moody at a californiacation, easy!

[Chorus:]
Goin down a hard road
Don't know where I've been [x2]

I've been goin down a hard road
Where the fucks easy street
Rappin since salute your shorts, rutgrats, and Pete and Pete
Product of the 90's
Taught me how to rhyme
Grew up listening to Eminem, Jigga and Sublime
My mind absorbed everything
I'm sure that you can tell
Even if along the way I lost alot of brain cells
Oh please, you know I blow trees
And stay slick with the tongue like Yoshi
Rappin and I'm undefeated
Not to sound conceited
But I'm nice
Say it once, there's no need for me to repeat it
Put me on Ripley's I'll make everybody believe it
Hop-Hop I eat, sleep, piss, shit, and breath it
I'm a dragon on the mic
They call me Mushu
Killin any beat ten times better than you do
The days of my competitors are numbered like Suduko
Do it for the burbs baby holla at the Youtube (bitch!)

[Chorus x2]

I'm rappin better
Rip up any track forever
Raising anarchy like Jackson Taylor
Call me captain clever
Cause Webster is just a genius
Spit it so seemless
Creatine flowin never comin with the weak shit
(Urrrrr)
Stay fucked up, chuggin a bottle
Comin from the underground like dinosaur fossils
Sharp tooth in the flesh
Where the fucks Little Foot
Writin lyrics twenty four seven I need a bigger book
And I got me some haters in CT
But they mad for one reason, Cause they ain't me
Spell it out W-E and a double B
Don't ask Y cause I'm too damn high to even speak

[Chorus:]
Goin down a hard road (ye ye ye ye ye ye yeah)
Don't know where I've been (I don't know man, I don't know man)
Goin down a hard road (ye ye ye ye ye ye yeah)

 

[fox69]

"Here Again (Unreleased '08)"

"Here Again (Unreleased '08)"


[Intro:]
Yeah, I'm back, y'know like Herpes motherfucker
I'm here again, motherfucker
Just can't get rid of me, can ya? Nope
Okie Dokey, what's going on? Yeah, Check

[Verse 1:]
Ayo, I'm here again like Jesus on Easter
Cr-Coming full circle like eight pieces of pizza
Only seek to defeat ya, repeatedly beat ya
One two step, and introduce your teeth to my sneakers
And my kick game's strong, you know that of course
Your boy stay fresh, something like an orange in florida,
Or a peach from Georgia, with mad weed
My backpack got more shit in it than Dora the Explorer's
Spit flames and torch ya, get fucking destroyed
I've been spitting since I was a little bundle of joy
But then I spit on a bib now I spit on a beat
When I evolve from a kid to a motherfucking beast
I don't re-invent the wheel, bitch, you know I'm unique
Break a motherfucker's confidence easy as antiques
Better try plan B, 'cause I'm 'bout my cream
And got your crew flippin' like a fuckin' bob-sled team.

[Chorus:]
I've been here for a minute but I'm back for more
More skill, more power than I had before
That's right, motherfuckers, and I'm here again
That's right, said I'm here again
And you know it's the same vindictive riding on the beat
Call me the fucking furnace, I'm providing you with heat
That's right, motherfuckers, and I'm here again
That's right, said I'm here again
And it go like that

[Verse 2:]
Bitch there's no hurtin' me, call me Hercules
I spit flames if you burned in the third degree
This ain't a homeless shelter, but you could get served for free
And after that, guaranteed these bitches heard of me
Pockets fat like they chowing down on burger meat
But in cholesterol, they full of that currency
And fucking with my paper, that brings out the worst in me
Fuck a fight, I cause a state of emergency
Ha, 'cause I'm like Donald and you just the apprentice
So I got no need for y'all like a fucking appendix
Written rhymes master, freestyle menace
Whether off the top or not, I'll still kill 'em with every sentence
So battling is senseless, my punchlines are endless
The whole East Coast on my MySpace friends list
Something like you've never seen, you'll never forget this
Even after I O.D., word to Jimmy Hendrix

[Chorus:]
I've been here for a minute but I'm back for more
More skill, more power than I had before
That's right, motherfuckers, and I'm here again
That's right, said I'm here again
And you know it's the same vindictive riding on the beat
Call me the fucking furnace, I'm providing you with heat
That's right, motherfuckers, and I'm here again
That's right, said I'm here again
And it go like that

[Verse 3:]
That-dat, rat-a-tat-tat
I'm just a hitman fulfilling my contract
And I wouldn't dare, bro, you's a peasant, I'm a Pharaoh
Fucked up, walking around drunker than Jack Sparrow
Cruising in a Black Pearl, step to this monster
And I'll rock ya, send you down to Davey Jones Locker
Deep down with lobsters, ha-ha
Officially the illest college rapper and I'm repping for HOFSTRA
But this straight PG got your moms and your pops worried
While your bobbing your head like Night at the Roxbury
Drop furious rhythms directly out your system
Bass booming so loud that it's vibrating your vision
But I'm saying, so listen, my turn taking for spitting
Is the sole reason I'm living along with weed and women
Sub-Zero couldn't finish me
I'm here again and spilling my blunt guts on the whole industry
Bitch!

[Chorus:]
I've been here for a minute but I'm back for more
More skill, more power than I had before
That's right, motherfuckers, and I'm here again
That's right, said I'm here again
And you know it's the same vindictive riding on the beat
Call me the fucking furnace, I'm providing you with heat
That's right, motherfuckers, and I'm here again
That's right, said I'm here again
And it go like that

 

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"Hide N Seek"

"Hide N Seek"


[Hook:]
So keep on running
Yeah bitches better keep on running
Muh' fuckers out there are scared so keep on running
But you know I'm gonna find you like it's hide n seek

Baby I'm a hook like where your house phone at
And I'm bouncing back
Double click and get your mouse attached
High with a pound of grass it's that
CT dude back to spit word game so accurate
Last quit, first start got soldier's heart
Back to spark with a bag of piff
So choke a hoe or smack a bitch
I don't give a mother fuck be mad at this
I'll still be right her rapping shit
Sag my pants and I grab my dick
Scandalous, cancerous because the flow to sick can't handle that
Man of myth I can't answer this, but everybody hearing this ran it back
Tracks on tracks on tracks like you pro two sessions stacked
Spittin' it I'll with a vision to kill any mother fucker that will step in my path, yea
That's just how webby be flowing, doper than ever
Hoping to sever the heads of my enemies leaving their face on the ground then I tell 'em to hold it together
Sober? never rarely at most hittin that blunt till it's barely a roach
But I'm MVP in the whole north-east pass me the rock and I'll carry it coach
Brag and boast yeah I'm nice but shit you mother fuckers all knew that right?
See was good when I grab that mic
Poler flow, cold as ice

[Hook:]
So keep on running
Yeah bitches better keep on running
Muh' fuckers out there are scared so keep on running
But you know I'm gonna find you like it's hide n seek

Bitch I'm gonna find you like it's hide N seek
Grindin y'all just grind your teeth
Listen to and follow my directions like when Simon speaks
Simon says go fuck yourself
Webb spit a flow that'll be tough as hell in a gun fight with a knife out duckin' shell's like Mario cart so tell
Everybody know that I'm back bitch straight jacket
With a xanex tablet and wash it down with the draino that's in the back of my cabinet
This is maddness no this is sparta who rippin it harder
Pick it apart with my butcher knife herd these pigs to the slaughter
Oh my God let's go retarded politically incorrect with it
So sick that I got 'em puking and spitting up like the exorcist
I'm maximus mixed in with a little sparticus too
And the mic is like my sword that I use for carvin 'em through
So what that means is when I'm in the booth I'm harder than you
So keep on running mother fucker 'cause I'm charging for you
You see my time is now, your time is not
All I do is grind a lot, lemme count to ten
Now you should go and find a hiding spot.

[Hook:]
So keep on running
Yeah bitches better keep on running
Muh' fuckers out there are scared so keep on running
But you know I'm gonna find you like it's hide n seek