Sick Strings Beats
Black Baethoven, yeah
Yeah, yeah, ohhh
Sometimes I write because... ain't no reason nigga
Hate the springtime, I'm salty about the season nigga
Rappers lack flavor and paper, they really dreaming niggas
Any given Sunday, I am down to Willie Beaman niggas
My press passed local, I am nationwide
Who are you and me to break free from the Mason line
Slightly psychedelic people always fooling stable guys
Colt 45, and a broad pool tableside
I am just a word-slinging maniac
Catch me on the curb spitting blurbs with a brainiac
Then I'm at the source, dictionary and an almanac
All across the map, catching bodies in the cabbage patch
And best believe, I got my Skittles and my hoodie on
Hard to find a woman these days because the goodies gone
Found myself a mountain of problems that I could look upon
Went back to the house, and found out all the Jell-O pudding gone
I guess some things are truly for the greater good
Wish my brother came up to the concert like he said he would
This is the beginning, I'm at practice, and I'm getting good
I'm the main supplier for the fire, so I'm shedding wood
I just wanna play some rhythms on my drum set
My bass punch heavy, you can feel it like a gut check
Stomach always growling, I ain't even had my lunch yet
I told you I got options nigga, treat it like a buffet
Or buffet, or whatever
But that's okay 'cause I misuse these words like I abuse these beats
YnA about to own these streets, man
It's been about a year since I decided to own it
Stepped up in the game, and realized I was my only opponent
No phonies, my crew, we hop up on them ponies, do donuts
We roll up with choppers, on choppers, post Malone up on corners
They want it, we got it, supply your whole block with that fire
They riot, we light it, we got the whole city ignited
Blast off in Mariahs, with cannons about the size of the isle of Sahara
We very thorough, feral creatures, with angelical features
Now picture this, I got a picture-perfect scenery with your bitch
Instagram ready? Hold on, now, take a pic
I'm wondering if it's gonna be her, or her friend, that get it quick
Ninja sake that pussy, sneak up on it and dip out quick
I Mortal Kombat "finish" it, anytime when I spit it
I'll take a flow, dismantle it into pieces, chop up words
Tryna pimp it out like Xzibit, for ten years I had to witness
People taking pictures like they paparazzi, for all the wrong reasons
For ten years... I had to witness
People taking pictures like they paparazzi, for all the wrong reasons
But YnA we back to business
We 'bouta finish strong, 'bouta finish strong, yeah
God is great, and I am too
But only because He made me in His image
This ain't a scrimmage, and I ain't playing no games with you niggas
I told these niggas, man
I'm done playing around
Time to get to this paper
Black Baethoven
Sick Strings Beats
Black Baethoven - Abuse the Beat Freestyle (Bonus Track) [feat. Jimmy G] Lyrics
Black Baethoven - Abuse the Beat Freestyle (Bonus Track) [feat. Jimmy G] Lyrics
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Sick Strings Beats
Black Baethoven, yeah
Yeah, yeah, ohhh
Sometimes I write because... ain't no reason nigga
Hate the springtime, I'm salty about the season nigga
Rappers lack flavor and paper, they really dreaming niggas
Any given Sunday, I am down to Willie Beaman niggas
My press passed local, I am nationwide
Who are you and me to break free from the Mason line
Slightly psychedelic people always fooling stable guys
Colt 45, and a broad pool tableside
I am just a word-slinging maniac
Catch me on the curb spitting blurbs with a brainiac
Then I'm at the source, dictionary and an almanac
All across the map, catching bodies in the cabbage patch
And best believe, I got my Skittles and my hoodie on
Hard to find a woman these days because the goodies gone
Found myself a mountain of problems that I could look upon
Went back to the house, and found out all the Jell-O pudding gone
I guess some things are truly for the greater good
Wish my brother came up to the concert like he said he would
This is the beginning, I'm at practice, and I'm getting good
I'm the main supplier for the fire, so I'm shedding wood
I just wanna play some rhythms on my drum set
My bass punch heavy, you can feel it like a gut check
Stomach always growling, I ain't even had my lunch yet
I told you I got options nigga, treat it like a buffet
Or buffet, or whatever
But that's okay 'cause I misuse these words like I abuse these beats
YnA about to own these streets, man
It's been about a year since I decided to own it
Stepped up in the game, and realized I was my only opponent
No phonies, my crew, we hop up on them ponies, do donuts
We roll up with choppers, on choppers, post Malone up on corners
They want it, we got it, supply your whole block with that fire
They riot, we light it, we got the whole city ignited
Blast off in Mariahs, with cannons about the size of the isle of Sahara
We very thorough, feral creatures, with angelical features
Now picture this, I got a picture-perfect scenery with your bitch
Instagram ready? Hold on, now, take a pic
I'm wondering if it's gonna be her, or her friend, that get it quick
Ninja sake that pussy, sneak up on it and dip out quick
I Mortal Kombat "finish" it, anytime when I spit it
I'll take a flow, dismantle it into pieces, chop up words
Tryna pimp it out like Xzibit, for ten years I had to witness
People taking pictures like they paparazzi, for all the wrong reasons
For ten years... I had to witness
People taking pictures like they paparazzi, for all the wrong reasons
But YnA we back to business
We 'bouta finish strong, 'bouta finish strong, yeah
God is great, and I am too
But only because He made me in His image
This ain't a scrimmage, and I ain't playing no games with you niggas
I told these niggas, man
I'm done playing around
Time to get to this paper
Black Baethoven
Sick Strings Beats
Black Baethoven, yeah
Yeah, yeah, ohhh
Sometimes I write because... ain't no reason nigga
Hate the springtime, I'm salty about the season nigga
Rappers lack flavor and paper, they really dreaming niggas
Any given Sunday, I am down to Willie Beaman niggas
My press passed local, I am nationwide
Who are you and me to break free from the Mason line
Slightly psychedelic people always fooling stable guys
Colt 45, and a broad pool tableside
I am just a word-slinging maniac
Catch me on the curb spitting blurbs with a brainiac
Then I'm at the source, dictionary and an almanac
All across the map, catching bodies in the cabbage patch
And best believe, I got my Skittles and my hoodie on
Hard to find a woman these days because the goodies gone
Found myself a mountain of problems that I could look upon
Went back to the house, and found out all the Jell-O pudding gone
I guess some things are truly for the greater good
Wish my brother came up to the concert like he said he would
This is the beginning, I'm at practice, and I'm getting good
I'm the main supplier for the fire, so I'm shedding wood
I just wanna play some rhythms on my drum set
My bass punch heavy, you can feel it like a gut check
Stomach always growling, I ain't even had my lunch yet
I told you I got options nigga, treat it like a buffet
Or buffet, or whatever
But that's okay 'cause I misuse these words like I abuse these beats
YnA about to own these streets, man
It's been about a year since I decided to own it
Stepped up in the game, and realized I was my only opponent
No phonies, my crew, we hop up on them ponies, do donuts
We roll up with choppers, on choppers, post Malone up on corners
They want it, we got it, supply your whole block with that fire
They riot, we light it, we got the whole city ignited
Blast off in Mariahs, with cannons about the size of the isle of Sahara
We very thorough, feral creatures, with angelical features
Now picture this, I got a picture-perfect scenery with your bitch
Instagram ready? Hold on, now, take a pic
I'm wondering if it's gonna be her, or her friend, that get it quick
Ninja sake that pussy, sneak up on it and dip out quick
I Mortal Kombat "finish" it, anytime when I spit it
I'll take a flow, dismantle it into pieces, chop up words
Tryna pimp it out like Xzibit, for ten years I had to witness
People taking pictures like they paparazzi, for all the wrong reasons
For ten years... I had to witness
People taking pictures like they paparazzi, for all the wrong reasons
But YnA we back to business
We 'bouta finish strong, 'bouta finish strong, yeah
God is great, and I am too
But only because He made me in His image
This ain't a scrimmage, and I ain't playing no games with you niggas
I told these niggas, man
I'm done playing around
Time to get to this paper
Black Baethoven
Sick Strings Beats
Writer: James Gibson, Joshua Kinlaw
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Black Baethoven
Language: English
Length: 3:47
Written by: James Gibson, Joshua Kinlaw