Lyrics Lifted - ELI BOYER

ELI B off in this oh
Watch me work it, watch me roll
Count the stacks that follow up
And watch them fall like Dominos

Yeah

I will not be told that
I cannot seize the moment
With girls in love and in tow
Like oh my god here we go

My rhyme schemes strike and inside they dive deep
The wiring of your mind sliding in at light speed
With piping hot lines so compromising
That they might leave you crying like Wiley coyote

Was, yeah when he colluded with Bugs
Back in the acme nineties
Like a porcupine covered in poison ivy
Or a poisoned IV might be just as likely

I don't have to be quick with it
Just gotta be quick witted
With every sentence fitted
Just like a prescription

Shit if that's the case
Then this shit's finna get lit then
Cause even the 'FFf' in my fuck you
Carries significance

God damn, there he goes again
What - with fucking this oh and fucking that
He's a disrespectful fucking prick
Saying fuck too many times in one rap

Well guess what
You can suck on my fucking nut sack
Why?
Cause I don't give a fuck that you think that

I'mma get it lifted
I'm get it real loud
I'm gonna get it poppin' up in this bitch
We gonna really shut shit down

Screamin' money money money
Let's spend some now
We gonna party hard till the crack of dawn
Let that bank account run out

Now how the fuck did I end up
In this position in life
Where I've been handed the mic
Begged and pleaded to rip through lines

And without having to think twice
I'll tell ya just how it seems like
Since a lil' tike I've been primed and inspired
To freaking spit rhymes

Let's start from humble beginnings
At the blue apartments
Where it started
And something was iffy

I remember this shit
Cause it's not like I'm committed to misery
But simply cause this shit hit me
In the head like a epiphany

Oh my god, who the fuck is this random ass man
Whooping my ass oh my god it hurts so bad
Please make it stop, Mom where the fuck are you at?
On second thought, fuck it man I don't give a fack

So I made a beat out of him beating my ass
With the snares hitting through my lips in-between cracks
So he started hitting harder cause it made him more mad
And the spoon he was using broke and I just laughed

I'm a rogue bot - too hot, you cannot stop me
Stoned as I write this, you can't out-rock me
I'm a hotbox away from Muhatma Gandhi

Mix Tupac and Slim in Tyler's Tamale
Nas, plus a couple dozen more, then you got me
Respect before you, there's a lot of them in me
All hot commodities but now I'm on believe

I'mma get it lifted
I'm get it real loud
I'm gonna get it poppin' up in this bitch
We gonna really shut shit down

Screamin' money money money
Let's spend some now
We gonna party hard till the crack of dawn
Let that bank account run out

Now let us go
And fast forward some years
Things came to a head when I was faced
With the boy in the mirror, he said to me

Please go realize your dreams
Or disappear
And that he had hated what he'd seen
Oh shit - he seemed real sincere

At this point I knew I had to prove that
I wasn't a loser, at least to myself
Alternative is too gruesome
I bruised up my knuckles, assumed

Since I was raised by Medusa
That I was doomed
But either way I'mma shoot for the moon
Cause I have got nothing to lose

Around this time
I was gathering myself
With the constant conflict in the home
And the damage it dealt

I need to get the fuck out of this place
It's not prison it's hell
I ran away and somehow got
College rated on a fifth grade education and well

Now confident, knew I was best in my class
Check it, I was Shiva
With four arms
In a no-armed wrestling match

I played my first show and I fucking slaughtered
The headlining act
And in that singular moment I knew
I was destined to rap

I'mma get it lifted
I'm get it real loud
I'm gonna get it poppin' up in this bitch
We gonna really shut shit down

Screamin' money money money
Let's spend some now
We gonna party hard till the crack of dawn
Let that bank account run out