Stay well-poised
When it's my turn I burn my throat
Who said you making noise?
Nobody's heard a word you wrote
Lining up all my goals
Mind about dark as coal
Hateful
Hateful
Hateful
Same old
Same old
Same old
They appropriate the flow
Then self-proclaim as goats
Fables
Fables
Fables
Same old
Same old
Same old
Even when my eyes are closed
I can see behind the smoke
Through hella highs and lows
Refine your mind control
Deep down you know yourself
Don't fold to what's around you
Deep down you owe yourself
The world don't care about you
The world don't care about you
Class in session it's
Pat
In the back
I'm the last of lessons
With another classic (class sick)
And the last infected
'Bout to have a whole mass of the mass affected
Flow mad effective
'Bout to blow like a frag
I was battle-tested
With an army on my back comrades and brethren
I don't cut no slack I don't ask no questions
Socratic method
I been adding hella cats to my wack collection
I got something in the stash while they laughing heckling
Then you hear a loud crack when I bash they heads in
I can feel the madness festering
But to act it would prolly be a bad investment
Rather daft so I put it on the track aggressive
Running circles round these rappers I lack direction
If this is the final stretch elastic
I'll be called "Mr." Fantastic
I got the magic
I pull ya card bitch
I swipe ya plastic
I gotta max it
I run it up I don't think that I've done enough
Anything you did once I bet I done bout a hundred of
Max on my max
All I do is rep like I never have put the bar back on the rack
Back on my bullshit
Back on the track always down but I'll never be flat on my back even
Inside my casket gone be a trip
When I die just sit me up in that bitch
Make sure my outfit is hella hard
Word to Kendrick Lamar man I got
Loyalty got royalty inside my DNA
You got orange pee and toilet rings inside your DNA
Need more toiletries and order things like more Febreze to spray
'Cause the more I speak the more it stinks might have to leave your place
Yeah
When I
Die
Hope the
Pain
Leave
And I
Change
Things
Can't
Croak
'Till I'm
Deemed a
G.O.A.T.
And I'm
Main-
Stream
Checks
In the
Mail
Royal-
Ties
For my
Ba-
Bies
'Cause
Even
After
Body
Decom-
Pose
Still gone
Gain
Green (gangrene)
Yeah
Stay well-poised
When it's my turn I burn my throat
Who said you making noise?
Nobody's heard a word you wrote
Ain't no one safe
Got it on lock I crack the code
Kill to pass the time
Leaving behind a bag of bones
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English
Stay well-poised
When it's my turn I burn my throat
Who said you making noise?
Nobody's heard a word you wrote
Lining up all my goals
Mind about dark as coal
Hateful
Hateful
Hateful
Same old
Same old
Same old
They appropriate the flow
Then self-proclaim as goats
Fables
Fables
Fables
Same old
Same old
Same old
Even when my eyes are closed
I can see behind the smoke
Through hella highs and lows
Refine your mind control
Deep down you know yourself
Don't fold to what's around you
Deep down you owe yourself
The world don't care about you
The world don't care about you
Class in session it's
Pat
In the back
I'm the last of lessons
With another classic (class sick)
And the last infected
'Bout to have a whole mass of the mass affected
Flow mad effective
'Bout to blow like a frag
I was battle-tested
With an army on my back comrades and brethren
I don't cut no slack I don't ask no questions
Socratic method
I been adding hella cats to my wack collection
I got something in the stash while they laughing heckling
Then you hear a loud crack when I bash they heads in
I can feel the madness festering
But to act it would prolly be a bad investment
Rather daft so I put it on the track aggressive
Running circles round these rappers I lack direction
If this is the final stretch elastic
I'll be called "Mr." Fantastic
I got the magic
I pull ya card bitch
I swipe ya plastic
I gotta max it
I run it up I don't think that I've done enough
Anything you did once I bet I done bout a hundred of
Max on my max
All I do is rep like I never have put the bar back on the rack
Back on my bullshit
Back on the track always down but I'll never be flat on my back even
Inside my casket gone be a trip
When I die just sit me up in that bitch
Make sure my outfit is hella hard
Word to Kendrick Lamar man I got
Loyalty got royalty inside my DNA
You got orange pee and toilet rings inside your DNA
Need more toiletries and order things like more Febreze to spray
'Cause the more I speak the more it stinks might have to leave your place
Yeah
When I
Die
Hope the
Pain
Leave
And I
Change
Things
Can't
Croak
'Till I'm
Deemed a
G.O.A.T.
And I'm
Main-
Stream
Checks
In the
Mail
Royal-
Ties
For my
Ba-
Bies
'Cause
Even
After
Body
Decom-
Pose
Still gone
Gain
Green (gangrene)
Yeah
Stay well-poised
When it's my turn I burn my throat
Who said you making noise?
Nobody's heard a word you wrote
Ain't no one safe
Got it on lock I crack the code
Kill to pass the time
Leaving behind a bag of bones
When it's my turn I burn my throat
Who said you making noise?
Nobody's heard a word you wrote
Lining up all my goals
Mind about dark as coal
Hateful
Hateful
Hateful
Same old
Same old
Same old
They appropriate the flow
Then self-proclaim as goats
Fables
Fables
Fables
Same old
Same old
Same old
Even when my eyes are closed
I can see behind the smoke
Through hella highs and lows
Refine your mind control
Deep down you know yourself
Don't fold to what's around you
Deep down you owe yourself
The world don't care about you
The world don't care about you
Class in session it's
Pat
In the back
I'm the last of lessons
With another classic (class sick)
And the last infected
'Bout to have a whole mass of the mass affected
Flow mad effective
'Bout to blow like a frag
I was battle-tested
With an army on my back comrades and brethren
I don't cut no slack I don't ask no questions
Socratic method
I been adding hella cats to my wack collection
I got something in the stash while they laughing heckling
Then you hear a loud crack when I bash they heads in
I can feel the madness festering
But to act it would prolly be a bad investment
Rather daft so I put it on the track aggressive
Running circles round these rappers I lack direction
If this is the final stretch elastic
I'll be called "Mr." Fantastic
I got the magic
I pull ya card bitch
I swipe ya plastic
I gotta max it
I run it up I don't think that I've done enough
Anything you did once I bet I done bout a hundred of
Max on my max
All I do is rep like I never have put the bar back on the rack
Back on my bullshit
Back on the track always down but I'll never be flat on my back even
Inside my casket gone be a trip
When I die just sit me up in that bitch
Make sure my outfit is hella hard
Word to Kendrick Lamar man I got
Loyalty got royalty inside my DNA
You got orange pee and toilet rings inside your DNA
Need more toiletries and order things like more Febreze to spray
'Cause the more I speak the more it stinks might have to leave your place
Yeah
When I
Die
Hope the
Pain
Leave
And I
Change
Things
Can't
Croak
'Till I'm
Deemed a
G.O.A.T.
And I'm
Main-
Stream
Checks
In the
Royal-
Ties
For my
Ba-
Bies
'Cause
Even
After
Body
Decom-
Pose
Still gone
Gain
Green (gangrene)
Yeah
Stay well-poised
When it's my turn I burn my throat
Who said you making noise?
Nobody's heard a word you wrote
Ain't no one safe
Got it on lock I crack the code
Kill to pass the time
Leaving behind a bag of bones
Writer: Patrick Rutledge
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid