Chris Webby - Bar For Bar Lyrics
[Intro]Yeah...WebbyI drop 50 bars, mad bars, raised the bar twiceThe bars are on me all nightIf they wanna go bar for bar we can do it on sightI'm a beast, you're gonna never see me lose a bar fight[Verse 1]Everyone got an opinion but they won't step upCan do a *****ing handstand still got no leg upSo go ahead, talk your shit, yo, come on get toughI'll Instagram a dick pic, you could all get *****edI'm still as sick as a malaria patient, I'm very impatientStomping up the stairs of the basement (I'm coming)No hibernation, yo, this bear is awakenedAnd half the game be softer than what Ben and Jerry are makingI'm a transcendentalist with literary arrangementsVocabulary is like a dictionary replacementBut they only talking money and they last time I was checkingThe greater percentage of America is in a recession (hold up) (what)So what you're sayin' is these diamond crusted necklacesAnd convoluted messages is really what you're messing withWhere's the dope shit what happened to thatBack when people stepped up to the mic and actually rappedBut now I'm on it, been here for a minute, and now I'm back to get themHad this devil on my shoulder during catechismStaying high from the purple and the hash I'm hittingBrain moving slower than Rick Ross' metabolismI'm here to rap a rhythm, so why you saying shit (why)So many *****ing punch lines, I'm about to break my wristUndefeated, yo, I'm hard to be playing withI'm the king, alter alias is Marcus AureliusKilling beats, murder scene, and I'm washing my hands carefullyScrubbing all the blood out the trunk of the Grand CherokeeIn need of therapy but the doctor's scared of meSays I need a trip to Shutter Island cuz apparentlyI've lost my damn mind,yo, I'm sick in the headThe reason women say that chivalry's deadI'm that guy, trying to find some company laying in misery's bedStaying blunted with a fifth to the headJudge Dredd with a weapon now, laser beam flow bout to blast thatMother *****ing lyricist, you can hashtag thatFreestyle crazy, they like; "Yo, how he rap that?"So hot off the top, I'll melt the plastic in my snapbackIn a hatchback running people over till your body parts are stuck in my motorNever sober, I got to charge my G-Pen like 12 times every weekendSharks and minnows with it always treading in the deep end, shit who needs friendsI got my headphones, an iPod, rhyme book and a pen, homesShit, I even got bars in a dead zoneI get it crackin' like chiropractors with neck bonesShit, I been slept on, way too *****ing long nowStudied every fork in the road taking the long route (yes sir)Mapped it out like cartography, build my bridges strongAnd now I know that anyone that stomps at me will tremble in my handsRun them off my lands, see I always stuck it to the man***** it, cuz I can, bringing out the ruckus is my planPuffing on a gram, if you want some trouble I'm your manComfortably stand right where I'm atSoon to be legend, ain't no fighting the factsAbout to rise to be a mother *****ing titan of rapGive them pieces of my soul and put my life in a trackIn the game where people quick to put that knife in your backGotta teach yourself to move like a wolf or get preyed on***** blowing up the real challenge is to stay onYou must be *****ing stupid if you take onThis crazy white boy, keep my game face onAnd my shades on, and my brim low, and my mind rightCooking up a sick flow, chewing through my leash, now see the kid goBecause now we here *****, welcome to the show
