Chris Webby

[fox69]

"Injure You"
(feat. Knowledge)

"Injure You"
(feat. Knowledge)



Yeah,
This is for all you shit talking mother fuckers out there.
When are you living shit?
'Cause if you push somebody to that limit,
Push that wrong button,
You feelin' me?
Dude's bound to just turn around and...
Psh, fucking injure you,
Know what I mean?

You'll get injured,
Grab around your neck
With my hands
And choke out every fucking last breath if I can.
God damn,
I'm usually mad stoned and friendly,
But like anybody,
There are many sides to Webby.

I don't need a pistol,
I'm leaving you knocked out.
Show up at your mom's house
Like bitch, whatchu want now?
My sanity can't be found,
Try to step hither,
I'll stab you in the liver
With a pair of blunt scissors.

Run off with a switch blade,
Flipped out, displayin'.
And slit my own throat first,
To show you I ain't playin'.
WIth a few beers in me,
I'm a rowdy mother fucker.
So keep talking,
I love it when you doubt me
Mother fucker.

'Cause when I feel aggression,
I just grab the closest weapon
And beat 'em in the skull with it
Until I make his head spin.
Couldn't matter less,
My skin color or complexion,
I'm a nut case for fucks sake
So quit steppin'.

You'll get injured,
And that's just be being truthful.
I'm brutal,
Beat you to death with a pool noodle.
Your fucking toy poodle
Can't step to the bite.
Leaving him drinking every meal
For the rest of his life.
Bitch.

You'll get injured,
And I ain't playing around.
One punch make that ass lay on the ground.
If you didn't know before,
Then I'm sayin' it now.
Yes, I'm sayin' it now.
That you're gonna get injured.
And I ain't fucking with you.
You can't touch me,
Or anyone in my crew.
You could just ask anybody,
It's true.
If I'm comin' for you,
Then you're gonna get injured.

Feelin' like I'm wanting to kill,
Straight raging,
My boys are like
Knowledge is chill.
But on the real
My pockets are filled
With pot and some pills.
Ready to leave a mother fucker
With some hospital bills.

I'm not stopping until
I see you dropping
And spill.
If the bleeding don't kill you,
Lack of oxygen will.
I'm a doctor,
Not like Phil,
But more like Kevorkian.
Get over here,
I'm bout to finish up my scorpion.

Stick my fingers in between your rib cage,
Force 'em in.
It's straight open,
You'll walk like an accordion.
I ain't trying to pretend that I'm the hardest,
But honest,
I'm a beast talkin'
Just garbage.

I'm lightweight,
I'm a lean 215,
Routhless,
Ready to leave a tooth
Or two missing.
I'll put the heat in your mouth
Like a Hooters wing
And dunk shot
At the shot
Like playing hoops with Kareem.

I'm blowing this king,
Procede cautious,
I eat [?],
CT's mine,
Tell [?] office.
Try to cross me,
Arrestin' P
Son that [?].
Body full of low metal,
The kanye [?].

You'll get injured,
And I ain't playing around.
One punch make that ass lay on the ground.
If you didn't know before,
Then I'm sayin' it now.
Yes, I'm sayin' it now.
That you're gonna get injured.
And I ain't fucking with you.
You can't touch me,
Or anyone in my crew.
You could just ask anybody,
It's true.
If I'm comin' for you,
Then you're gonna get injured.

(You'll get injured)
[x4]

 

[fox69]

"Is It Alright"
(feat. Nikkiya)

"Is It Alright"
(feat. Nikkiya)



[Intro]

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
Listen babe is it alright if I spend my night beside you
Cause this liquor got me feelin' like I maybe really like you
But I'm not the Prince Charming you been waitin' for to find you
I might seem like I'm the one but shit it's only for tonight, boo
I do this on the regular baby it's not despite you
That's just how I live my life and you know it as well as I do
Come on, did you honestly think that Webby would wife you
Shit I got my own personal problems I'm tryna fight through
Kickin' drugs that's easier said than done
And tryna keep my head straight when I be out on a run
On the road doin' shows tryna stack my funds
Got 99 problems and trust me you're not one
So I'm sorry boo but you know I got a fuckin' job to do
My heart is off limits so my dick is all I got for you
Don't get it confused I love bangin' you out
But that's the only time you'll hear love comin' out of my mouth, out

[Hook: Nikkiya]
Is it alright if I kick it with you all night
Is it alright
Is it alright
Is it alright if I have to leave at sunrise
Is it alright
Is it alright with you

[Verse 2:]
Since we met I been the headlights and baby you were the deer
So caught up in who I was you weren't seein' nothin' clear
But I'm focused on myself and tryna make a career
So just ignore those sweet nothings that I whispered in your ear
Cause one second I'm in then the next I'm outta town
You'd be foolish if you thought I'd think of settlin' down
Doin's hows and pickin' the hottest girl from the crowd
I'm young and famous yo, of course I get around
At least I keeps it real with you, no need for tellin' lies
So if I break your heart don't ask why
And I know you're catchin' feelings for me I can see it in your eyes
When I got your ankles over my shoulder smackin' your thighs
I gave relationships a couple of tries
And learned it wasn't for me so you just gotta realize
That's why when you text me you never get a reply
We can have fun tonight, but I'm out by sunrise (yeah)

[Hook]

[Outro: DJ Drama]
Yeah, Chris Webby
Bars on me, get your bars up
Our bars on full service like a cell phone
Ya'll shit out of service (haha)

 

[fox69]

"Jekyll And Hyde"
(feat. Stacey Michelle)

"Jekyll And Hyde"
(feat. Stacey Michelle)



Which ever way the wind blows
I'ma keep my brim low
With these glasses that can shelter my eyes
Feeling like a Sckitzo
From the life I live yo
Now I'm caught between both Jekyll and Hyde
Jekyll and Hyde

Which ever way the wind blows
They gon' ask me why I change and where did Chris go
A stoned soul away from fame, rocked up in this glass house
With the fucking world watching every movement through the windows
Its a cold world and it predicts snow
Got me stressed out, sitting with spliff rolled
Thinking back to when I started as a kid yo
Blind to the biz, all I knew was how to spit flows
Young teen so damn naive, learning jedi mind tricks with immortal technique
Eminem's Lp with some F.A.D X to the Z Snoopy D.O double G, D.R.E
Skipping church, staying home to alone to scribble down a written verse
Dreaming that one day making music be what I did for work
I follow through with that, but always seem to hit reverse
Like maybe I'm scared of being famous cuz its a gifted curse
No time to be an introvert, cuz now I gotta be in front
Of the camera every fucking where that it follows me
Ain't no alone time, just studio time
Haven't seen my family in weeks, there ain't no time
When the tours booked, then its road time
Sound check, hotel, then it's show time
Mr.Hyde I thought you checked in playing second fiddle
Now I'm stuck in the middle

Which ever way the wind blows
I'ma keep my brim low
With these glasses that can shelter my eyes
Feeling like a Sckitzo
From the life I live yo
Now I'm caught between both Jekyll and Hyde
Jekyll and Hyde
Jekyll and Hyde
Forced to be two people, got me losing my mind
Jekyll and Hyde
Jekyll and Hyde
Just tryna' find my way and taking you for the ride
Jekyll and Hyde

I'm stuck as two people, there's the man behind the mic and the person that I am off stage in real life
The person with the stress that eats away at him at night, drives him crazy, every step along the way has been a fight
With any love, I'm always getting hate, and how would you like having strangers talking shit about you every day
But I brush it off, wont go get it straight, but that negative energy still affects my day.
I'm just trying to make a hard earned living dude, cuz of what I do, these people see me from a different view
Sick of all these stupid questions in my interviews, like the mother fucking color of my skin is news
Sick of people thinking that I'm on some gimmick shit, sick of all the comparisons that they hit me with
Like every other white kid spit no different right? fuck that, my brain waves are limitless
I'm just a kid tryna' sing his song and by chance other people started singing along
I feel like an old soul in a young mans game, but I'm living hip hop and the love ain't changed
Put my life in it when I wrote them tracks, but every piece of me I give you, I don't get back
Now I'm feeling like an unfinished puzzle, bartender gonna pour me a double. Yeah

Ever way the wind blows
I'ma keep my brim low
With these glasses that can shelter my eyes
Feeling like a Sckitzo
From the life I live yo
Now I'm caught between both Jekyll and Hyde
Jekyll and Hyde
Jekyll and Hyde
Forced to be two people, got me losing my mind
Jekyll and Hyde
Jekyll and Hyde
Just tryna' find my way and taking you for the ride
Jekyll and Hyde

 

[fox69]

"Just Can't Kill The Beast"

"Just Can't Kill The Beast"


Mirrors on the ceiling (on the ceiling) the pink champagne on ice (champagne on ice)
And she said, "We are all just prisoners here, (just prisoners here) of our own device (Of our own device)."
In the master’s chambers, (In the master’s chambers) they gather for the feast (they gather for the feast)
They stab it with they’re Steely knives (They stabbed it with they're Steely knives)
But they just can’t kill the beast (just can’t kill the beast)

[Hook]
Just can’t kill the, just can’t kill the, just can’t kill the beast
(Yeah, its Chris Webby They can't stop me)
Just can’t kill the, just can’t kill the, just can’t kill the beast
(I work too hard for this shit. Too damn hard)
Just can’t kill the, just can’t kill the, just can’t kill the beast
(Let me tell you bout it real quick.)
They stab it with their Steely knives but they just can’t kill the beast

[Verse 1]
Yeah yeah I could of just been stop by what arisen in the past
Sitting in the county cell only two years back
Waiting on a phone call from my girl or dad or my mother
As they try to gather together all the cash to bail me out
And I'm embarrassed for that cuz it was my stupidity that got this felony rap
And now they had to suffer cuz of me and I'm sorry for that
But now the coast is clear and they ain't never sending me back
I was left with fucking nothing not a dollar to my name
Left with a pen left with a pad left with dream it's all the same
While I'm thinking I was looking at three and half years
Still I never shed a tear I got on the grind with an idea
To be great to make something outta my life and just redeem myself
Enough with all the tough talk and shit Webby be yourself
Work for it everyday put lyrics to these beats now they just can't kill the beast. Bitch!

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I was stuck living in my parent's house working a 9 to 5
Waking up for court at the crack of dawn and loosen up my tie
Waiting for my paycheck in the mail even though it was low
How the fuck else could I pay for the studio? Cuz I know
Even back then that I would make it rapping
Its all I ever thought about so I knew that it would happen
It had to be so gradually put my soul in this music shit
If you don't think I worked ever second for it you stupid bitch
I remember performing in ten people show
But still I put my fucking heart in it even though
It seemed I would never make it every one told me I'd never make it
But I had determination and I never let nobody brake it
I was set on being famous I was ready for the anguish
That goes into being something that requires mental patience
I grinded and I grinded so everybody would listen
So while I got your ear I'd like to introduce you to Christian

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Went though a bunch of situations leading me to dead ends
But I kept the microphone with me just like my best friend
After lots of bullshit I sat back home
And said "Fuck it" Im'a do this shit all on my own
Got a strong team behind and we went the independent route
Stepped my lyrics up while my competitors are stepping out
Of my way cuz I'm here to stay paving the way every fucking syllable
ThatI say, I'mma make my way to my dying day Im'a be okay
I've been booed at and taunted and hated through all this
I've kept my fucking head up now it me that they be wanting
I've earned this I worked to fucking hard to tell me otherwise
I've made a fucking movement yo I'm not like all these other guys
I was born for this fuck what all the hater said
Any talk about me being fake has now been laid to rest
Took the long road making it eventually
So fuck a mixtape this is me fulfilling destiny

Mirrors on the ceiling (on the ceiling) the pink champagne on ice (champagne on ice)
And she said, “We are all just prisoners here, (just prisoners here) of our own device (Of our own device)."
In the master’s chambers, (In the master’s chambers) they gather for the feast (they gather for the feast)
They stab it with they’re Steely knives (They stabbed it with they're Steely knives)
But they just can’t kill the beast (just can’t kill the beast)

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Just Dance"

"Just Dance"



Yo!
Chris Webby,
Who else you know is about to go rap over some Lady Gaga?
Yo for real.
I go hard.

Just dance, dance, hold it down
Didn’t think I’m ill? Well you know it now
What’ll come around goes around,
That’s why I hit ‘em with the dopest sound
Flowin’ now got a dub to twist
And not even Ron Jeremy can fuck with this
Cause I’m fuckin’ sick so who’s touchin’ Chris?
Treat a chick like an Oreo and double dip
Because I’m white as a glass of milk
And I’mma rap until the sun comes up,
Massive skill
Yeah I got so, I don’t gotta brag I’m ill
But I still do when I’m drunk on a bag of pills
Cause I rap shit hotley,
Everybody watch me
Cause I love attention and nobody can stop me
Go against me and I’m like John Gotti
Then you will get taken care of like Tamogotchi’s
So sick that they think I’m a zombie,
Gee whiz Gaudi
I’m so godly, rollin’ with my homeboy Abi
So you know I’mma do what I gotta do hard body
I’m the shit need a potty probably
Do it all in front of your eyes like hibachi
Roll the dice like Yahtzee, got more balls than Botchi
I’m rollin’ out top speed, and I’m callin’ out shotty!
No blitz, bitch no this, I’m so sick if you didn’t notice!
You don’t know what I been through did you
But I still keep it cooler than an igloo
And I don’t gotta be a big dude,
I’m still a Pitbull and you’re a Shih Tzu
So strong I could lift you, pick you up and drop you
Don’t even need to hit you
Grapple rappers, put ‘em on the ground
Pin ‘em real quick no need for a second round
I was a yellow belt at 6 holdin’ it down,
Now takin’ over town by town
Wow. Let me just smash the set
And find me a little bachelorette
And I’mma bring her back to the sac and sex
Well see how the action gets,
Then round two if she pasts the test
Spit with a cleverly skilled mixture,
Big as the Beverly hills ninja (hiya!)
Rollin’ up the windows,
Light the L
Puff puff pass till we getting high as hell
Kill ’em with the wordplay nice as well,
Will I get signed soon? only time will tell,
But I’m kickin’ it for now and I love that
Postin’ up at the crib like a rugrat,
Now where the dutch at,
Fuck that.

I’m ill, Chris Webby bitch.
You better remember that damn name.
Shit. And I’m out!

 

[fox69]

"Killin' Em"

"Killin' Em"



Yeah! Yeah!
I be killin' 'em
Ye ye, I'm killin' 'em
Till my bank statement reads 27 million
They said I couldn't do it so you know I gotta get it done
Acrobatic rappin' the way that Webby be flippin' son
Six mixtapes and the fans need more
I hit the fork in the road and took a detour
Fire Marshall shuttin' shows down
Cuz I blow up spots like a Dalmatian strapped up with C4
Blow minds when they heard the rap
Hustle so many tapes you think I'm servin crack
Make bass lines sizzle when I burn a track
Only dude who made Datpiff's server crash
Yo I'm nice better learn the facts
Came a long fuckin' way not a chance I'll be turning back
Uh, so you know that I'ma rap check 'em
When I put my fitted cap back like Ash Ketchum
I beat 'em up grab an EMT
Think you better then you must be takin' DMT
Dream on mothafucka I am DMC
Hard body flow cop my tape at GNC
See,
I shut 'em up like they Papa Doc
Cuz I got more lines than a Stop & Shop
On the day before thanksgiving yeah I drop a lot
Of shit stealthy in the game like an ocelot
Ha!
Mortal Kombat logo tatted on my back
So you know I'm gonna "Finish Him" from the moment I attack
I'm a train passenger all I need is a track
To be getting' where I'm goin' and when I do it's a wrap
So step when I bust
Get left in my dust
I'm in it to the finish investin' my bucks
The best and I just don't stop: an animal
My manager found me up at Pet Supplies Plus
Plus I be killin' 'em consecutively
Without expending any energy effortlessly
I got a bag full of trees, Chef Boyardee
And a hometown throne in the 203
Motherfuckas know
They better tuck and roll
Cuz I'm the Master and Commander of this shit
They call me Russell Crowe
I'll never love a ho
So I'll wear a rubber bro
If I have a kid I'll get disowned by my mother yo
On another note nobody can step to me
I think I may have told you already but with my memory
It's hard to remember anything after all the ecstasy
But still they can't touch me like I got a case of Leprosy
I got 'em askin' questions like they playin' Jeopardy
"A dope spittin' white boy?"
Bzzzt
"What is Chris Webby"
See they take shit too serious, I'm here to add some levity
Roll a J and take one to the head John Kennedy
What I'm here to do is pretty fuckin' clear cut
Even at 45 with a beer gut
I'ma still get your chick wetter than a tear duct
And make mixtapes that'll get your ear fucked
Not in Taylor Gang,
Not a Young Mula
I'm in Webby's World
I am the 1 Rula
Nerf Gun Shoota
With a dumb aim
Leavin' Monica Lewinsky with a cum stain
Untamed understand the flows
I'm dope, but at this point the fans should know
HBO flow with a Band of Bros
And a chick with an ass fatter then Amber Rose
Hehh!
I throw 'em off like a star pitcher
They can't follow the flow the way the bars hit cha
I'm a bar spitta
Shit
Them beaten me is like seein' Mel Gibson at a Bar Mitzvah
Yeah!
I be killin' 'em
Heh!
I be killin' 'em
Yeah!
Hahaha
Yeah!
Webby's Lab
Yessir

 

[fox69]

"La La La"

"La La La"


It's another one of them smoking songs, ya know what I'm saying?
Where my pot heads at?
Right here aha, yeah, yeah, CT, check it

We rollin trees and smokin la la la la la
Another weed song from me
Burning more trees than Cheech Chong
Red and Meth or roll together in the same L
We smoke blunts all day you can't tell? Hell
I'm stompin in with my boots on
Rollin to the diner with my half off coupon
Fuck, I been burnin since I was newborn
So high flying through space with Jimmy Neutron
That's how I do mon, rock the rhythm
You would think I had a mother fucking pot prescription
Like the doctor's flippin
My grass stay fresh cut, sticky icky wet stuff, put it in the next dutch
But last time I had a checkup, the doc said my brain was not fully developed
Fuck, but it just don't matter, I'm a half to roll the next blunt fatter hah

[Chorus:]
La la la la la
Just break it up and smoke that la la la la la
Now twist it up and smoke that la la la la la
Now light it up and smoke that la la la la la
And then you keep on burnin

The way this weed hit your chest should invest in Kevlar
Chillin on Saturn, cruisin in the XR
Everyday I got the best bars
And the best weed same color as Reptar
Yes, we stay lightin up the purple
In my own entourage smoking like Turtle
Fuck all the commercials, they all straight lies
Actin like I'm gonna kill a mother fucker cause I'm high
The most I'm likely to do is open the fridge, chill on the couch, and never end up leaving my crib, shit
But that's just how I do
Stay high, seeing from my birds eye view
I walk into a room and everybody starts sniffin
"Like, oh my God, I can guarantee that's Christian, "
"It's nine in the morning yo what the fuck's with him? "
And I'm like, "Chill! I've got a weed addiction like."

[Chorus]

We lightin ganja ganja, every day we burn dutchies
And then we stay around more trees than Fern Gully
I earn money, spend on weed, and burn money
Got the dice in my hand, can't take my turn from me
I rip like a beast when I hit the beats
But it's just weed when they say I'm equipped with heat, please
Shit's leaving you in disbelief
I'm that monster at your door, bitch, trick-or-treat
The way I freestyle, shit, it really baffles me
Cause I'm a pot head, call me Johnny Appleseed
I got a dub and a dutch, let's roll and spark
Til we start to see shit like Joan of Arc
I know I'm smart, I know I'm nice
That's why you can't see me like a poltergeist
Smokin la la la, give that bowl a light
Grab the bong even tighter than I hold the mic, like

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Label Office Cypher (Interlude)"

"Label Office Cypher (Interlude)"


[WEBBY'S AGENT:] Web you got the CD?

[WEBBY:] Course I got the fuckin' CD man, fuckin' big meeting and shit... we're pretty late though, you think we're gonna be good?

[WEBBY'S AGENT:] I think we're gonna be all set man, just pick up your pants a little bit. No talking about Adderal, no talking about banging this guy's wife like keep it real good

[WEBBY:] Of course, of course... Oh shit, is that that fucking BarsTaLoan dude again?

[WEBBY'S AGENT:] Man that guy e-mails me every day...

[BarsTaLoan (to bodyguard):] Yo get your hands off me man, stop I got rights! Stop get, off me!

[BODYGUARD:] Fuck your rights, you need to evacuate right now

[BarsTaLoan:] I know I scared this bodyguard, man... Oh, oh, you got Chris Webby up in this motherfuckin' office? That's who your next appointment is, Chris Webby?! Y'all don't want BarsTaLoan but you're gonna fuck with Chris Webby up in this bitch?!

[BODYGUARD:] Will you get out of here?

[BarsTaLoan:] Get the fuck off me man!

[BODYGUARD:] What?

[BarsTaLoan:] Chris Webby fuck you, fuck Homegrown, fuck all that other bullshit! Get the fuck off me man! Fuck you Chris Webby

[WEBBY:] Fuck me? Fuck you! Fuck you buddy!

[BarsTaLoan:] What old ass copy machine is that? BarsTaLoan I got ink jets boy! Like a motherfuckin' sauna up in here man, that's what bitches say when they get in my car nigga. "It's like a motherfuckin' sauna up in here damn BarsTaLoan" yeah bitch cause I'm fuckin' hot!

[BODYGUARD:] C'mon let's go...

[BarsTaLoan:] Nah get your fuckin' hands off me, yo. It's all conspiracy my nigga, I'm telling you. It's trilluminati or illuminati, something like that, my boy told me look at the You page, no I mean the YouTube page, it was something but... Fuck you, I know y'all niggas is part of that shit, I see all these piramids when I'm walkin' in, yo

[KENNY:] Get the fuck out of here!

[BODYGUARD:] Let's go... And don't come fuckin' back here!

[WEBBY (to secretary):] Hey, how you doin'

[SECRETARY:] I'm really sorry about that

[WEBBY:] Nah, it's cool... I keep seeing that fuckin' guy everywhere

[SECRETARY]: He's been in here about four times this week

[WEBBY:] Really? Interesting... Anyways, I have a meeting today, with Marty?

[SECRETARY:] Chris Webby?

[WEBBY:] Yeah, yeah, uh, that would be me

[SECRETARY:] He's down the hall, first door on the left

[WEBBY:] Oh I see it, uh thank you, thank you, appreciate that

[MARTY:] Lisa, where are my fax messages? I asked for those ten minutes ago, let's get it together. That' not what the fuck I asked for, I asked you to do something, you do it right, otherwise you're fired

[WEBBY:] Hey, Marty, Marty?

[MARTY:] Oh mister "thirty-minutes-I'm-late" guy, how you doin'?

[WEBBY:] Uh I'm, uh... good

[MARTY:] Well, know you've got five minutes to impress me, so sell me yourself, you got videos? Can you rap?

[WEBBY:] Yeah, I mean, did you like... research?

[MARTY:] I don't have time for the internet

[WEBBY:] Alright, uh, yo, fuck. Kenny, you wanna just beatbox real quick?

[KENNY (in robot voice):] Beatbox activating

[WEBBY coughs]

[MARTY (referring to Kenny):] Is that coming out of his mouth?

[Freestyle: Chris Webby]
I'm an untrained dog, no collar
Had loose screws since I was a toddler
Yo don't bother
Up in this bitch drinking vodka like water
Do you read me? Roger, I am a monster
All you young buck white kids put the mic down, I am your father
Still be drinking like I did when I was up at Hofstra
Taking more shots than I did playing Contra
Hold up, hold up, hold up, wait
Let me take a sip of water, I don't know if I'm straight
Lost track of all the LIT's that I drank
And I'm feeling like I just might faint
But I lace my sneakers, eat a piece of pizza
And throw another bottle right up on the Visa
Bangin' out those speakers
Going hard in the paint like I fucked Mona Lisa
Where the chronic B?
My short term memory is chronically
Fucked up, cause I burn down constantly
How could I shape up? I forgot geometry
But they gon' learn CT in geography
Cause I got the whole damn world watching me
It's hard to even keep up with it honestly
Let's gettin' it muthafuckin' poppin' B
We're losing brain cells
I don't think I'm leaving this
Motherfucker, 'til somebody takes away my keys and shit
I haven't been trained well, I'm so disobedient
Got that verbal dope, so just holla if you need a fix
Drop a freestyle, daily fire
Lighting up a bong up that'll take me higher
Crazy rhymer, that's known to cross the line like a stereotypical Asian driver
Web so sick that I make 'em nauseous
Go balls out, never play it cautious
Went from a dorm room to rapping to muthafuckers wearing suits in a label office
I'm a beast on the mic with a beatbox flow
Anybody steppin' after he rocks, no
He got flow, I'm an animal, follow my name with an e-i, e-i, e-i-o
Seat ride low when I'm cruising in
With a cup full of brown like Julian
With a trailer park boy and some hooligans
Got bars, yeah kid I got a few of them
It's C Web

[MARTY:] Mc Donald's, Coca Cola, Chris Webby, in lights... Billboard, Times Square, you'll be holding babies on ad commercials

[WEBBY:] That's cool. Babies, why babies? I don't understand this

[MARTY:] You know what, you wanna make money?

[WEBBY:] I mean...

[MARTY:] A million dollars

[WEBBY:] That's cool, I... don't know...

[MARTY:] Five albums, eight years

WEBBY, WEBBY'S AGENT, [KENNY:] What? Five albums, damn! Nah nah...

[WEBBY:] I...

[MARTY:] So no deal?

[WEBBY'S AGENT:] Yeah, we're not gonna...

[WEBBY:] I... I mean, I'm just not so sure...

[MARTY:] Get out of my office. Leave the pen here too

[WEBBY:] Damn, alright...

[MARTY (from the distance): ]Lisa, next meeting! And bring me a coffee and my fucking granola bar!

 

[fox69]

"Last Chance"

"Last Chance"


Yeah, we all get to that point in our life ya know
Shit really hits the fan and everything seems like it sucks
But ya know, you always gotta think everything happens for a reason
Ya know what I'm sayin'? Chyeah

[Verse 1:]
Everybody make mistakes, I'm the first to admit it
But once you make a choice you're forced to live with it
Some people never get it till they live it
And then when they live it
There's not a chance that they ever could forget it
You wish that you could switch it
Waitin' on that lawyer visit
Now the old me's dead and gone
Like I had Timberlake to spit it
The way I had been livin' my life just wouldn't cut it
Head always in the clouds with an attitude like "Fuck it"
But that's just immaturity and surely I figured out thoroughly
That that was only hurtin' me
Now I need a purposely
Get my life back on track and leave some things in the past
It's as simple as that, yeah

[Chorus:]
Some people say that I'm not worth it
I made mistakes but nobody's perfect
I guess I'll give it a try

I got one last chance to get myself together
I can't lose no more time it's now or never
And I try to remember who I used to be
I got one last chance to get myself together

[Verse 2:]
Sometimes you need to realize you got one last chance
When the outcome of your life rests within a judge's hands
And I'll never understand how one man with a gavel
Can decide if your future is worth being unraveled
Or take away your paddle and send you right down shits creek
For as long as the dude sees fit
See it's a tough ass world that we live in
You could find yourself in prison over one wrong decision
It's difficult to get this shit outta your mind
Wish you could just press rewind, go back in time
But I've accepted that I need to find the bright side
'Cause often the dark is the only thing in sight
I'll find that silver lining 'cause I gotta keep on grindin'
And until I reach the top you know I gotta keep on climbin'
One setback won't stop me
I'm still here breathin'
Believin' that even this shit happened for a reason

[Chorus]

[Bridge:]
And I don't wanna be misunderstood (you gotta understand me)
I got to take this chance
And make it into something good, oh (you gotta always find the bright side)
Some people say that I'm not worth it (nah)
Made mistakes but nobody's perfect (nobody)
I guess I'll give it a try (I'm a try, Lord knows I'm a try)

I got one last chance to get myself together
I can't lose no more time it's now or never [2x]
And I try to remember who I used to be
I got one last chance to get myself together

I got one last chance (yeah, I got one last chance)
And so it's all I need, one last chance

Sometimes, you just gotta change everything up
Grow the fuck up, ya know
You can always bounce back
Ha, ha, ha, ha
It's Chris Webby

 

[fox69]

"Left Lane"

"Left Lane"


[Hook]
I be living in the left lane
Passing y'all by
Sun roof rolling back, speakers up high
I be living in the left lane
Closing my eyes, watch the world from the third person inside
I be living in the left lane
Never looking back with my foot up on the gas, ain't got no time to react
I be living in the left lane
Moving too fast, I'm just trying not to crash, it could all end in a flash
When you be living in the left lane

[Verse 1]
Fast money, fast women, fast cars, doing donuts in the back-yard
Middle fingers up like a rap star, telling me I go too hard
Shots all lined up on the God damn bar, with a chick so bad she dropping jaws
And I'm dropping trou and I hit that raw, yeah
Live this way till I lose my mind, me I'm doing fine
Fucking monster call me Frankenstein and Dracula combined
On my grind, in my verbal prime, still Optimus Rhyme
Got Griselda Blanco coke and no one fucking with these lines
Cause uh, all this shit is apart of my job, the parties the woman
The liquor the music, living a life you could only imagine
Put it in words and I give it to you, kids
But I told them, please don't try this at home, you really will lose it
So don't blame me if my listeners do it (let's go)

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Let me carefully win, they callin' me Jeremy Lin, never stare at the rim
If you going to give me the rock I'm gonna dribble and carry it in, no comparing to him
Up on the road everyday, chugging a bottle of gin, contacts lens, 20/20
But you can't see them from under my brim, do it again ('gain)
Beast mode, cup full, trees rolled, shit I'm here to rap
And if you're not I'd check that ego, try to keep it peaceful
But if they be coming at me bro
I'm rolling up in a tank, like I got Grand Theft Auto cheat codes
A mix of Mick Jagger and Morrison on tour again, pushing the fucking limits till I'm in the crematorium
Cause when a star goes out it does so in a blaze of glory, then Mr. Harry Fraud will just bring the chorus in

[Hook]