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Performed By: Eleven 23
Language: English
Length: 2:55
Written by: Josh Alger




Eleven 23 - Higher Lyrics
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Now tell me if you really give a shit about the mainstream?
I could say some shit to make you mother f*ckers hate me
I could do some shit to make a mother f*ckers pay me
I can make it look so easy, but you ain't me
You can't rock, you babies soft
You can't walk, you barely can crawl
Go rock-a-bye baby
I can make the bed rock, til the bedrock
Goes and Breaks free
You see me, up beating beats
You see me, up eating sheets
You wanna be hot shit
Packing no heat
But your flow, is so, ugly to me
Like jeez
Mo-f*cka please
Who are these
Wack wanna-bes MCs
I'm gonna be that Beast, up leading sheep into
Silence
Of the lambs
I am here to murder
Everything you heard of
Everything you worked for
I'm, squaring off your circle
Pull up with the straps like you're name Steve Urkel
Better, lift em, higher
I know
It's your, claim to, fire
I hope
That you come play the part
But be sure to raise your bars
Higher
Cuz, I'm the
Kind of rhymer
To kill off any wanna be writer
Hunting for them ghosts
Like I'm Pac-Man, wacka wacka
As I walk the walk
Coming to tap dance on em
Talk the talk
As I back hand on em
There's a fat chance I'mma
Clap hands for em
Put that trash in the trash can
I am here to wrap up your rap slurs
You will know I'm a rapper
F*cking up you actors
Click-baiting patterns
Stacking up your cash off that 'wanna-be' factor
None of you are slashers
None of you matter in the long
Shit, Come on son
Real recognize real
And the real realize, how you reel lives, with some real lies
Cuz we see you and your weak crew through some real eyes
As we're turning any beef into beef stew real nice
You
Better not f*ck around
Or I'm gonna shut you down
You are just a f*cking frown
Puppets clown
Hush your sound now
Rush the count down
Quit your shit
You ain't tough enough
You're the type to type a reply
But won't say shit eye to eye
Cuz you know my rhymes came to
Murder
Everything you heard of
Everything you worked for
I'm, squaring off your circle
Pull up with the straps like you're name Steve Urkel.
Better, lift em, higher
I know
It's your, claim to, fire
I hope
That you come play the part
But be sure to raise your bars
Everything you heard of
Everything you worked for
I'm, squaring off your circle
Pull up with the straps like you're name Steve Urkel.
Better, lift em, higher
I know
It's your, claim to, fire
I hope
That you come play the part
But be sure to raise your bars
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Now tell me if you really give a shit about the mainstream?
I could say some shit to make you mother f*ckers hate me
I could do some shit to make a mother f*ckers pay me
I can make it look so easy, but you ain't me
You can't rock, you babies soft
You can't walk, you barely can crawl
Go rock-a-bye baby
I can make the bed rock, til the bedrock
Goes and Breaks free
You see me, up beating beats
You see me, up eating sheets
You wanna be hot shit
Packing no heat
But your flow, is so, ugly to me
Like jeez
Mo-f*cka please
Who are these
Wack wanna-bes MCs
I'm gonna be that Beast, up leading sheep into
Silence
Of the lambs
I am here to murder
Everything you heard of
Everything you worked for
I'm, squaring off your circle
Pull up with the straps like you're name Steve Urkel
Better, lift em, higher
I know
It's your, claim to, fire
I hope
That you come play the part
But be sure to raise your bars
Higher
Cuz, I'm the
Kind of rhymer
To kill off any wanna be writer
Hunting for them ghosts
Like I'm Pac-Man, wacka wacka
As I walk the walk
Coming to tap dance on em
Talk the talk
As I back hand on em
There's a fat chance I'mma
Clap hands for em
Put that trash in the trash can
I am here to wrap up your rap slurs
You will know I'm a rapper
F*cking up you actors
Click-baiting patterns
Stacking up your cash off that 'wanna-be' factor
None of you are slashers
None of you matter in the long
Shit, Come on son
Real recognize real
And the real realize, how you reel lives, with some real lies
Cuz we see you and your weak crew through some real eyes
As we're turning any beef into beef stew real nice
You
Better not f*ck around
Or I'm gonna shut you down
You are just a f*cking frown
Puppets clown
Hush your sound now
Rush the count down
Quit your shit
You ain't tough enough
You're the type to type a reply
But won't say shit eye to eye
Cuz you know my rhymes came to
Murder
Everything you heard of
Everything you worked for
I'm, squaring off your circle
Pull up with the straps like you're name Steve Urkel.
Better, lift em, higher
I know
It's your, claim to, fire
I hope
That you come play the part
But be sure to raise your bars
Everything you heard of
Everything you worked for
I'm, squaring off your circle
Pull up with the straps like you're name Steve Urkel.
Better, lift em, higher
I know
It's your, claim to, fire
I hope
That you come play the part
But be sure to raise your bars
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Writer: Josh Alger
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