Blixxack - The Proem (Prod. Tellingbeatzz) Lyrics

Seen the track record? I don't gotta prove sh*t
Studio on fire when I'm spittin', yeah the booth lit
Only feelin' me, I'm on some narcissist masseuse sh*t
Face it, y'all be rhymin' basic on that Dr. Seuss sh*t
What I'm on is different though, verses biblical
Unpredictable. Period, you know I switch the flow
Quotes for days, book of rhymes look like Pinterest
Cut from a different cloth, the reason why y'all seem stressed
No incest, but I only f**k with the fam
Less features these days, coz I been stuck with your fans
'Bout that P Diddy life, I'm just uppin' the bands
Gold diggers lookin' ready to just suck on command
Yeah, I'm the man, my only inspiration is me
They don't make a dope list, without a mention of me
Been at the top for too long it's like I'm stationary
You sweet rappers ought to work in a confectionery
Bubble gum tracks won't really make you Big G
I'm in another league, so we talkin' different Wrigleys
This is child's play, I'm in the booth like this is Disney
I was underground, and even then they used to dig me
I could drop weeklies, like King Crooked did
Hansel and Gretel witch, I'm cookin' kids
I got the recipe in the kitchen, and y'all ain't touchin' it
Lyrically you servin Mickey Ds, and we ain't lovin it
KFC... Kampala's Finest Cat
I'm feelin' like Simba, you know the lion is back
Speaking truth, every line is a fact
But y'all be actin' like exhausted runners, lyin' on tracks
If you hear the word polygraph, you'll probably dash
N*ggas be broke as hell but steady talkin' cash
I'm ballin' on a budget, and I keep my books in balance
But if I show my bank account you'd probably look embarassed
I get my hustle on, workin' like slave fam
Read the bible and I learned from Jesus how to save man
Ludicrous thinkin' that you could cross me like a crucifix
If I lose my sh*t, you'll probaby end up swimmin' through the Styx
You would think I'm movin' bricks, got that dope delivery
I'm cursin' on these verses, man I hope the lord deliver me
Was searchin' for my purpose, and I had me an epiphany
To kill these instrumentals and to never show 'em sympathy
So I rap ma as** off, like my life depends on it
If you hear a fire bar, chances are my pen's on it
Meaning the pen is on fuego just like a prison burning
Spit the realest sh*t, the kind that make you wanna hit your sternum
Jump on tracks with no the running shoes
Winning way too much, I started thinkin' it'd be fun to lose
This sh*t is gold, watch me dump these jewels
Rappers know the drought is comin' coz this son is cruel