LazyRage - Bunch Of Words Lyrics

Ever, ever, ever known yeah
Ever, ever, ever known yeah
Ever, ever, ever known, (ever known)
Ever, ever, ever known yeah
Rhymin' bunch of words that end up with an O's (yah)
Write it in my notes, lemme add some syllables
In the middle of a riddle with a little twistin' words
Fo' shizzle my nizzle feels like a wizard in this flow
Hit the studio, lemme put it in a song
Add some ad-libs (with that ASMR flow)
Taking advantage (keep it on the C-note)
Spit some madness (welcome to the show)
Boom-boom bap boo-bap boo-boom bap
It's a real-real rap no cap oh-oh snap
That's an old school rap we need s-some trap
Lemme take a sip of this shit... (burp)
One and a two and a three (huh), I ain't sippin' lean (huh)
Just a cup of tea (huh), it's easy like ABC (huh)
I can say anything (huh), as long as I'm on the beat (huh)
You feel this shit so deep (huh) and I'm givin' it for free (huh)
Fill 'em with the venom and give 'em some lemon with a limit of minimum (huh-huh)
Kill 'em on the rhythm and tell' em I'mma get 'em in a minute like Eminem (huh-huh)
Give 'em a lesson and send 'em to heaven motherf*cker won't listen (huh-huh)
I don't wanna hurt 'em but I did 'em and I hit 'em couple of times to eliminate 'em (huh-huh)
Hmmm, they don't believe what i did like ('cause I'm real)
How you be rappin' so quick like (I don't know)
So many words in a sec like (what)
Dictionary bot he's sick like
If you give 'em any rubbish, he'll turned it into something
Come up with shit like it's nothing, using aspects he ain't dumpin'
LazyRage that's what they called 'em, you can ask Big Bird about 'em
Yo brrrt, go ahead and tell 'em something
LazyRage who? We call 'em Active-Calm
Yeah he's cool, Crocs with a lotta charms
Rilassato, that's where we hang out
Playing Jackaroo, round after round
I know he looks خدمي but he's a nice guy (guy)
We dem Hijjaz represent he's from the west side (side)
Taking care of his family look at the bright side (hmm)
I can say it comfortably he's my ride or die
Yeah I'mma menace, hit yo ass like Duke Dennis
You better mind your b'ness, i'm the motherf*ckin' realist
You started I finished, I dig it, I get it
I flip it twist it and rip it like a present merry Christmas (rah)
I'm sick and tired of these, I wanna be rapper
Bunch of fake celebrities, I got this banger
Ain't no rhyme and off beat, It doesn't matter
Wack ass bars and melody, like Goo-goo Gaga
Now they think they hot as shit, got some buddies backin' 'em
Check my dude released this shit, thousands views in a bit
Bentley coupe, Mercedes-Benz, Yeezy shoes, Nike tech
On the news interviewin' 'em, he's confused look at 'em
He ain't got clue why he's there, patiently waiting on a chair
Got some stories he wanna share, three-two-one we on air
Bragging 'bout what he wears, he ain't sober you can tell
Motherf*cker doesn't care, and that shit is ain't fair
Listen to me motherf*ckers, paint the picture with other colors
Don't you mock your favorite rapper, be yourself and have some manners
Give a hand for each other, underground they got some brothers
Take a look and you'll discover, some talented motherf*ckers