Crr - REAL Lyrics

Tell me what am I doing here?
Tell me what am I doing here?
Tell me what am I, what am I doing?

I'm not in your radar? Then your radar's broke
Don't blame me for the way y'alls jokes
Fall flat, get your mouth slapped, ain't no hoax
I get an inkling, they picked me for the weak link
I'm gonna have to pose
A question for the ones that don't accept that I've been exceptional
'Cause the moment I get involved is the moment a song takes off
So how could you think I wouldn't last long in a game that
I was made to play? What do y'all take me for?
Rest assured
When I do come back to tour, it'll be Christmas mor-
'Ning in a way, 'cause I'ma wake up with a present so big, they'll jump for joy
Yeah, let it be known
I'm better when I'm outta control
I can not be the butt of a joke
I'm cutting in the front of you posers talkin' like you really a pro
When you ain't even part of the convo
Nothin' but an amateur, I'll slow down when I want it colossal
Only way to put it if I chose
I could be bigger, maybe consider it a bit of it was helpin' you all
To comprehend, you condescend (you're gone)
Incompetent, the consequences (are)
Hard to miss, it's common sense (I'm on)
One, so wrap your head around it (or)
I might have to get up off the porch
Show you how it's done, I got the form
Power trippin' on me, get destroyed
Pull the plug, I'm rollin' up your cord

Tell me what am I doing here?
Tell me what am I doing here?
Tell me what am I, what am I doing?
Tell me what am I doing here?
I said, what am I doing here?
Tell me what am I doing here?
If I'm not being real

Uh, I'm turnin' up the concentration
Free in this bitch, but I'm not a mason
Came in the game and the beats I'm blazin'
Bring heat that'll torch and destroy the matrix
Line after line, got 'em snortin' greatness
Raw spelt backwards is what I'm wagin'
Dax is the brand and the occupation
Occupies the real so the constant hatin'
Comes from the fake who deny the basic
That Dax is a part of the conversation
With no cosign or major playlists
Radio play or talent agent
Anger and rage 'cause they can't contain it
Straight to top, and the spot is vacant
Those who oppose go straight to hell, hah
And go twerk with Satan
I'm spittin' it mad fast, I ain't gonna backtrack
My flow's in a hazmat, I'm fixin' to blow
Game in a backpack, they spittin' the rap cap
They know what they doin', and they tryna be clones
I'm ice cold, no Steve Stone
Unless you're in Austin, Texas
WWE, you niggas restless
You are not getting in, you're not on my guest list
Don't fit like Tetris, I'm 'bout to make this flip
Anybody hatin' can come and suck my dick
Everything I spit is like glue, it sticks
When you poop's the only time you're the shit
Everybody wanna just get rich
You're all my sons just like Chris
I'm appalled 'cause you always miss
And if you hit, you still can't do it like this
And if you did your brain would explode, I'm next to blow
I'm a whole series, you're just an episode
Gimme legume, heh, like a vegetable
Beatin' me is a stretch, you better get flexible
Killin' this beat, but the crime is sensible
First-degree, I murder thee, then mastermind then PhD
My schemes are credible
So the rhymes may not be detectable

All the hate, can't tell exactly where it stems from
But it's happening again, huh?
Y'all used to be in my corner
Now you just backed me in one
Innocent bystanders, I'm bound to hit some
For some adversaries, I carry big guns
So some targets'll get the kill shot
Some, I just barely nicked 'em
I can make a mistake and erupt and end up takin' a dump
Or sayin' some dumb shit, thinkin' I run shit
Misplacin' my anger enough to give Earl and Tyler, The Creator the brunt yeah
Shoulda never made a response, shoulda just aimed for the fake ones
Them traitorous punks, 'cause snakes are just cunts
They can get f*cked with eight hundred motherf*ckin' vibrators at once yeah
And for any of those who may have come close to about dyin'
And can't listen to "Arose" without cryin'
For those who feel low like you're 'bout spiralin'
But this is only for those that I'm inspirin'
Weapon never unholstered without firin'
My will I'm imposin', foes are gonna feel like they're in the throes of a mountain lion
They talk about my daughters hopin' I fly off of the handle handle
'Cause my first thought is to trample and write a thousand bars
But sometimes it's like dropping' an anvil on a house of cards
Or Godzilla squashin' a crouton with combat boots on
Or droppin' a goddamn nuke bomb on top of an ant hill

They miss the old me
I think they want me to OD on codeine
They want my life in turmoil like in '03
They want front row seats, I give 'em nosebleeds
They want me imploding, exploding, self-loathing, eroding
I'm screaming at 'em with no regrets and I'm hulking
I'm rippin' out of my clothing
I had to go see the doc like Kool Moe Dee