Lyrics Heater - Ekoh

Yeah, see every fucking thing I write I know the fans love it
You sound like everybody else just a drop in the bucket
Fuck it nothing can stop me this shit inevitable
Never go up against someone who might be impenetrable
That's a no-no, I don't know though
Y'all asleep just grab the notes
Or walk it Off like Sam & Frodo
I'ma keep it on the low-low
You a flop, Solo
I'm a rhyme crusher a fucking dying breed yeah I'm a Blockbuster

When I be on my shit they like there he go again
Don't battle me motherfucker see I ain't got no friends
I don't got no hobbies homie all I've got is time and
I won't hesitate to spend a weekend on a single rhyme

See I'm a fickle bitch, don't let me hit the switch
I will go off on any beat just listen to Pickle Rick
And I make it look simple, but see it really isn't
Imagine Neil Degrasse Tyson talking 'bout astrophysics
Fuck it it's back to business
Making some brash decisions
If you want to get to me you gotta cross some burning bridges
Vision and skill to meet it
Homie respect the booth
I'm Kevin Feige on the beat building my MCU (MCU)

Because this is, like, my own universe, you know what I'm saying?

Yeah I'm, probably the next I
Don't really give a fuck about the industry like all the rest try
So follow me I can promise you'll be left in the dust
And I'mma leave your family crying more than watching This Is Us
Heavily hated because some people really think I made it
But I barely sell and never get noticed in public places
I'm trying to pop like it's a bottle of champagne in faces
Man I'm on the up and up and your career is Nicholas Cage's (woo!)

It's hella spacious sitting at the top
And I like watching all their faces when the music drops
You're Michael Bay, I'm Chris Nolan with Interstellars plot
You couldn't even afford a fuckin' seat up on my train of thought
Yeah, deal with it, when I be up on a mic and I'm killing it feelin' a
Burst of skill and you feeling it knowing
I'll always be keeping it real and it's just
Simply the etiquette when I be up on a beat and I'm getting it
Better step back and respect it cos this is party time excellent
Yeah it's my world, they said this shit knocks
I'm the bomb you might find me up in Obama's mail box

Uh, you keep your opinion to yourself, pimpin'
Listen to lyrics get that mumble shit out of your system
The only time I see some paint that's on my whip dripping
Is when I'm dipping into an eighth of psilocybin trippin'
Ay, loving the way every day they just keep
Talking I'm looking at them
I'm going in like MGK and Eminem
Pick up the pen I'm a modern miracle of sorts
Tell them to flame on and they Marvel, I am the Human Torch
You talking dreams but you're scared to get off your stupid porch
And I just made a living off pulling the cart before the horse

And you support this shit, thank you I'm feeling fortunate
They say that boy is sick like my head is in a bowl of porcelain
I'm bored of writing songs so I'm buying a Ouija Board and
Conjuring a spirit and starting a band with some zombie corpses

If I get a hold of Chester, Mac Miller, Avicii
And Aretha, Prodigy and Little Peep I'll only play clubs in Ibiza
Y'all claim woke but y'all still sleeping
You must be joking Joaquin Phoenix
Shouts to Tec, your shit's great
Rewind the plate this shit might just be a boomerang

A rock star without the fame I'm a mosh pit
Fucking your universe up, I'm Rian Johnson
Back to the nonsense
Bitch please don't kill my vibe
I only love my bed my mom - and fuck it never mind
Yeah, and now we hearing record label talks
See they don't open doors, I am the one who knocks
We used to spend entire days playing Tony Hawk
And now the nerds from in your class are the one's getting jocked (woo)

I'm taking Joyner, G-Eazy and Logic, Sage
Slug, Vinnie Paz, Futuristic and Hopsin
Mix some emo shit
Some anger some angst and some
Comments then you got me 72 bars dropping

Yeah, go back and count em
There'll still be someone in the comments
Section talking shit, that's cool man I get it
I love you