Gavin Breen - BEDROCK Lyrics

Uh
Hahahaha
Yo
Locally I'm reaching legendary status
And vocally, I'm hoping y'all emcees know who been the baddest
Ain't got no time for these Milli Vanilli background actors
Climbing the ladders, like a vine climbing a lattice
Fence, sellin' 'em a false pretense
And everybody pretends that the lyrics have all made sense
I ain't tryna make cents or dollars, how many followers I got
Never going to bother the father and son dynamic
That I manage to cripple your bandwidth with
Holding 'em by the collar, A scholar, A gentleman
Who's never ever been gentle with the sentiment
I'm paying 'em for the rental wit'
I do not, own this mic
But tonight, I'm gonna break it
I'm takin' it home wit' me despite the advice
I been given I'm livin' inside of a different division
I'm figurin' out the game, make sure you pronounce the name
Its Gavin Breen
The mic grabbin' machine
Last name wit' a B not a G
Not like the colour, word to ya motha
Uh-huh, yo
Open the soul's window put a candle in it
Uh
Whole world man I stand to win it
I'm channelin' incidentals when I'm handling instrumentals
Wit' the contents that I bled from my pens and pencils
Use a mic like an extendable utensil
Late night, bringing light to the valley of death'll leave 'em all confused
You stepping up into heaven? Better remove your shoes
Put some respect on my headtop
Too many pop artists talkin' 'bout makin' a bed rock
While I'm bringin' Hip-Hop bars hittin' harder than bedrock
Ev-e-ry time that my pen drops
Uh
Steadily climbing setting every line
Into place like my days on assembly lines
What
I provide a heavily reclining slow riding vibe
With impeccable timing
UH
Never gonna be signed I'm low profilin'
Better unrefined, non-compromising
Making y'all decide
If you and me are equal, I'm really tryna remind
A mind controlled generation to remain patient
I'm David Blaine getting blue in the face
But I remain persistent
Consistently the illest emcee in existence
Reminiscent of what's missin'
Hit the stage and I'm viscous
Realest in the business
Leaning careers up like a bunch of dirty dishes
I don't need sixteen beat switches
To speak what I mean so listen
I got the family eating off the meaning
Of the words I put into a verse
The whole world's repeatin' 'em
I don't curse
I'm feedin' 'em whole words
Makin' the pot hot, but I had to make it cold, first
One take baby
Uh
Ha, word to ya motha