[ Featuring Wittiestmc ]
Yeah
It's Witte back at it with the Rhymer/Educator
And we some Natural Writes advocates
Gotta go big or go home
We got Reign on the track
Yeah, come on
Yeah, yeah, let's go
Put in work
Go hard
Grind all day long
Go big or go home
Supersize, King Kong
Go crazy, go nuts
No guts, no glory
Go big or go home
As I write my story
I ain't ever gonna back track
And you ain't ever gonna hear me spit a whack rap
Goin in like I'm flowin on a fast track
Who am I, that's Witte if you ask that
I'm goin in, goin in, goin in, goin in
It's my shot to miss so I'm goin for the win
It be like where he at
What he doin
Where he been
Fair enough I was M.I.A. for about ten
The Rhymer said he want to get back to it
I said come on down to the Natti let's do it
Had a lot of fun, made a lot of good music
Now we in the stu cuz it's time to prove it
And I'm out of my comfort zone
Doing new things on the microphone
I don't ever act fake, gotta leave that alone
I appreciate help, cuz I'm on my own
And I ain't really trying to show off
But I got a lot of steam I gotta blow off
All the critics they make me wanna go off
Gotta keep goin hard, can't flow soft
Trying to quote all the rhymes that I wrote
Can't quit, won't choke
Can't sleep, stay woke
I'm on the grind but I stay broke
Cuz real life ain't no joke
I made a lot of progress but I ain't finished yet
Coming at you Solo, man you can call me Boba Fett
Speaking the truth and I'm feeling no regret
Ain't no rookies over here man we some hip-hop vets
Put in work
Go hard
Grind all day long
Go big or go home
Supersize, King Kong
Go crazy, go nuts
No guts, no glory
Go big or go home
As I write my story
Put in work
Go hard
Grind all day long
Go big or go home
Supersize, King Kong
Go crazy, go nuts
No guts, no glory
Go big or go home
As I write my story
Aight, Rhymer/Educator
Put that flavor, right back in your ear
R.I.P. Craig Mack as I bite the lyric
Sick Day should've played, FM stereo
Put that beat on'em Rey Mysterio
Eat all the rest like a breakfast cereal
They the losers, sore, venereal
Cuz they can't do what I do I'm lyrical
Photogenic, monumental
Call the medics, I hospitalize
When I spit with the heat that emits
What you get is to pick
Let It Burn, Usher hit
Or to stay out the kitchen, social convention
Shows that the latter is in your best interest
Cuz I put the spirit, all appendages
In every word, phrase, or period, winning is what I do (what I do)
You couldn't write a verse that competes with the purpose in my syllables
Or with my IQ
Don't ever say that The Phase, or Noname, Destination
Rhymer/Education, do not have a place in the booth
I can spot lies too, this is what I do
That's why the spotlight should reside here on my mic
You're a nursery rhymer like, Goodnight Moon
That's a sonic boom
R/E a safari, you can drive up inside your car, B
But if you go and take it too far B
I'll have to shoe you Cardi
Put in work
Go hard
Grind all day long
Go big or go home
Supersize, King Kong
Go crazy, go nuts
No guts, no glory
Go big or go home
As I write my story
Put in work
Go hard
Grind all day long
Go big or go home
Supersize, King Kong
Go crazy, go nuts
No guts, no glory
Go big or go home
As I write my story
Go big, or go home
Go big, or go home
Go big, or go home
Go big, or go home
Go big, or go home
Go big, or go home
Put in work
Go hard
Grind all day long
Go big or go home
Supersize, King Kong
Go crazy, go nuts
No guts, no glory
Go big or go home
As I write my story
Put in work
Go hard
Grind all day long
Go big or go home
Supersize, King Kong
Go crazy, go nuts
No guts, no glory
Go big or go home
As I write my story
