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big waffel - under control lyrics
im just gonna do it
[big waff]
first off, i know you never heard of me, burning tracks to 3rd degree
4th because the podeim was not for me, selling track without a fee
that’s free, cause money is the new deseise
started off smoking in the sky, freestyling in the clouds
recorded the first mixtape, after a couple packs of loud
naw it wasnting nothing, 2nd and 3rd in a month or something
now im hotter than ever and the 4th is f-cking coming
im the fourth coming, here to change the game
alli op, flint michigan to the hall of fame
and did you here those names, i think its allittle short, best of new york, that in flatbush, or demark if they on tour,
big waffle in the kitchen putting rapers on a squer
im 20, and my fans are even fewer, f-ck underground
man im way below the sewer
but im still the sh-t, high -ss f-ck, sp-ce manuera
and those aliens you speak of are taking notes, im the touter
not the teacher, or a leader, more of a preacher
i don’t want your recognition, money or your feature
i just want to be able to put my name on the table, with no help from a lable, or telling these f-cking fables
thats what they doing, man
im rap game patrick eung man
so next time you put the ball in your shooting hand
remember 33 is on the court
now your bars are looking short
7.5 minutes and im willing to do more
im willing to put 7.5 on your wh0r-
and if you respond leave kurupt at the door
cause i know not to f-ck with a legend
and don’t send a goon, like soulja boy, tellem
and since i didn’t make your top ten ill make this play and send it n to your pretend espn
im east coast to the fin, that’s the end
im a shark, lets take i swim
all i had was fireball when i was taking shots at the gym
so don’t be surprised if im drunk when i win
and i got tired of listening to these f-cking losers
did it all without a studio, money, or producers
im the future, well im more like a present
that was just the first verse, prepair for the 2nd
second, i still got 30 seconds
, just dropped a triple double
while you consuming the consessions
im like precious, a diamond in the sky
watch me fly right by, and put stars in your girls eye
and i despise, all these rappers
quotations to the rafters
go ahead and refer to the last chapter
good book, revolations, 2nd coming
bring my fans with me, leave the non beleivers running
2nd verse
leave em running because im gunning, lyrics spit like an uzi
bars hotter than drnagon in a jacooze
holiday in a little south of h-ll, put yourself on a pedastule, but your beat still fell
to these commoners, common slurs under silencers
under furs, p-ssys always pur
i don’t listen to rap, b-tch i just do it
hotboxing spiting bars in the back of a buick
but id rather run through it, usain bolt on the beat
so lets get back to it, where the track meets my feet
where i can lead the fleet, dropping bombs on top of bombs
above the compition, yoa ming in hong kong
man enough with these metaphors, im on a hectic course to leave the beat f-cking soar, on all fours
that means i f-cked it, black and teal because i ruffed it
these cheses beats are paradise to me, rap game jimmy bofett
but honestly i agree with what youre doing
ive been saying the same sh-t, my anger has been brewing
and ive been glueing, all these words together
so i could be better than all these p-ssies signed under the feather
ymcmb, s-h-i-t, thats not for me, id rather have a quarter p
with a sold c cup in my back seat, you better be padded up, if youre coming at me
im talking maxi, yall p-ssies vaccinated, a bunch of v-g-n-s at your climax, egaculated
i haven’t even blown up im still f-cking ticking
and i don’t deal blow, but this lines will leave em itching
fastb-lls, larry johnson when im pitchin, tents
the past was tense, now im in the locker room burning insceene
i don’t listen to rap, b-tch i just do it
the game is looking sloppy ima run right through it
its all a matter of timing
first draft without signing
take a look at my lyrics, but becareful these bars are blinding
oh yall are f-cking stars? rapping bout your money, p-ssy and the flashy cars
well a new days begun
aspirations of the sun
my dad told me one thing, boy stand for something
so im doing that, infact im bringing the game back to life
this is just my side chick, yall treat it like your wife
that isn’t right, spreading, rumors at the wedding
rapping circles round these rappers, i don’t give a f-ck about the setting, beat or instrumental,its essincial to be deadly with a pencil, while yall rapers using stenciles
i free flow, foul moth gave me free throws, gave the beat stiches, while yall p-ssies rap like lilo, a b-tch with a kilo
show up to the grammies, high as f-ck, machete in my tuxedo
slicing rappers for the snickers, 420 on my stickers, yall deal rocks for paper, ima cut you with the scissors , oh brother, yall my sister, stepped up my game and dropped piranhas in your pool of liqueur
leave your grill bl–dy, making good music, this kids cudi, b-tches balling so i call em buddy
that’s air bud, see, im not sneakdissing, but i wish someone would sneak diss at me
3rd verse
my twitter got hacked today, old personas that p-ssed away
all these voices in my head tell me that i should stay
d-mn i just wanta break out this box
recorded box knife on the job, and tore out that b-tch
but that box was black and nonone was in the c-ckpit
so that means im falling to my (f-cking) death
but if im dying listen to last breath
im the f-cking best, instrumentals getting smothered
rawer than when r kelly pulled back the covers
but im not in the closset, flow dripping from the foset
you threw the challenge out there, i just mossed it
, ai crossed it, up and over compition in my rocket
threw out your hook, and i went fishing
caught a 7 minute beauty, threw that b-tch back
so now the whole ocean knows i k!lled your f-cking track
that’s big waffle you better remember the name
e before the l, like i took extacy from mary jane
, like was doing hard drugs in the slow lane
i laid my life out on a paper plain
not one that flies, a stage where most rappers tell their lies , youre forefathers cry
in the coffin on their side, listening to your songs
2pac looking down like where did i go wrong
after this is on don’t run to rap genious, and the bar was only raised when i pulled out my p-n-s, and when you sent that message you didn’t expect the meenest white boy from the beaches to tear your -ss to peaices
peaches more like cream to me, wutang raised, cut off ya hand and make you fight with ya feet, keep you alive so i can tread on your beat, at the end of the second verse, jay was praying for mercy
but he didn’t get it, i had to spit it, just to show the game that 420 was up in it, cause they didn’t feel me, you feel free to have an opinon me, cause don’t you see
i don’t give a f-ck what you say,im uncoached, you ain’t even the best to come from doctor dre
ha well that’s just friendly compition
but inform the beats mom, shes gonna miss em
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