What the? Where am I bruh?
Now play it big, give em some more uh, out of the world stuff (What the?)
Got these headphones, ah you want me to rap?
Got these headphones on and a microphone, you want me to rap?
Research has proven that some people have the ability to see into the future
This an ominous beat, this track is perfect for Heavy T
Lemme roll up my sleeves, and I’ll start murderin looseleaf
My pen is my choice of weapon
I stab it through the paper for real, watchin it bleed
Aw sh#t, I ain’t mean to admit to no crime
But yes it’s me (who?) The murderer of rhythm and rhyme
Or Heavy T, (yup)
Whichever one you prefer, I don’t mind
But when it comes to the spitter, put some respect on his rhymes
Bar for bar, line for line, a lot of y’all couldn’t see Ty
What you know about recordin at 6 o’clock in the mornin
‘Fore the sun is even orange
With a chromebook and headset, just to simply be ignored, huh?
My grind is different
I push the pen like 24/7, you work the weekends
Your {?} weak, no man could match me on the beat
Simply impossible
Like Red or Meth not in top 10 MCs, what do you mean, you straight comical, ha
I laugh at these clowns who say they know hip-hop
But don’t know about DJ Kool Herc or Afrika Bambaataa, stop, y’all not
A student of the game like Heavy T
Lemme repeat my theses, you pieces of feces
Couldn’t see me on a beat
I’m sorry g, you’ll probably never be Prodigy, or Mobb Deep in its entirety
The truth hurts like a needle through your earlobe
I’m piercing through your ears yo
Disrespecting my fierce flow, then shoot first
I’ll do you worse than Eminem did Fred Durst
Lyrically murder your whole camp’s worth
My respect I’m demandin it, straight entangled in my spit, like you Jada Pinkett Smith (ha haaaa)
I’m tryna be a fixture, my name is here to stay
It’ll be stained or carved alongside with the greats in ten years
Maybe four or five, haters just wait
Can’t wait to leave you lookin petrified, with that pale tone on your face
Make no mistake, I ain’t sayin I’m the best in present time
But future tense, I’ll be kickin it with Jigga’s kids
They’ll be mixin hits, while I spit somethin slick, we’ll drop bombs on you fools, like you the enemy ship
This is war, prepare yourself, Heavy T is knocking down your God damn door
Find more lyrics at westlyrics.com
![WestLyrics.com Amazon Music](https://WestLyrics.com/wp-content/uploads/Amazon-Music.png)
![WestLyrics.com Apple Music](https://WestLyrics.com/wp-content/uploads/Apple-Music.png)
Disclosure: As an Amazon Associate and an Apple Partner, we earn from qualifying purchases
Monger – THE CROW’S BACK.
Leechmonger – Cogito Ergo Sum
Monger Lyrics – Awoke