Lyrics 44 Murder Intro 4.0 - Telee

Virtuoso
Every time I step in this bitch, it's a masterpiece nigga

Didn't wanna address the obvious but y'all forced it on me
You niggas corny and phony
Like them niggas on power that worked for Tommy
I don't condone it but I don't knock it
Realest season 7 you should come watch it, or binge listen
I been trynna teach em how to trap but they ain't been listening
Speaking on a game that they don't know
Like play by play from the trap via Sal Palintonio
Me I really lived it not just a witness
Really had to get it
Not that hustling just to fit in shit
Fortune 500 money we ran it like a business
Then went started all family on some really next of kin shit
I guess you niggas either fresh out the cloning station
Or stressed out and twitching from all that oxycodone you taking
I hope I'm wrong, I hope I'm sadly mistaken
But I know longer condone any thang that prolongs black awakening
Rap hit different when you got bars to begin with
And ain't gotta get into character on some make up and pretend shit
Snakes out here living under false pretenses
Just know It's either if you ever cross these fences yea uh
This ain't a movie this real life, boys still cant get right
Cause when I spit that real shit it don't sit right
Every song I wrote I really lived it before
This is rap's deja vu I opened pandura's door
Or the box, or whatever that's about
Thinking beyond the block, Im rapping unorthodox yea
But please don't play with me though
Fuck around be in the er getting stitched like Lilo
Got bad blood between us like Decklan and Don Vito
Trying to have everythang going my way like I'm Carlito uh
Although I'm the son of a prominent preacher
Left my DNA in the streets with dominant features
Without prominent features I carved my own niche
I always been a leader,I dug my own ditch
If anybody built me my ego did it
I'm starting to only vibe with women that are afro eccentric
This flow ain't eco friendly
Nah I'm smoke free, but these bars a smoke beef
With any nee grow living yea
Don't be confused by that autotune
I only like it because it sounds cool
But can put hard bars together like I used power tools nah
Don't be confused when I play the fool
King side a weak opponent that's my favorite move uh
This chess not checkers you probably never seen it coming
Different strokes for different folks, I'm the black Phillip Drummond
Might adopt a few rappers and take em under my wing
Teach em chords on the piano and keys and scales when they sing
Talking real keys and scales not clocks and bails
They already went that route and I seen a lot of em fail
To the average rap consumers I'm a late bloomer
But I been nice with the flows before meek signed with puma
Before I got my diploma me and big Jaz used to spazz
Before rap went to computers
Clapped for niggas that was quiet for me
Guess I been so good for so long they getting tired of me
That's probably how hov feel
Not to compare, but when you over 30 they act like you can't flow still
Like a nigga skills is road kill
I'll out rap the best of them and I know that nigga hov will
I'm cold for real for real my flow was dope
When you niggas had oats in yo enfamil (Fucking imbeciles)
Since I was knee high to a butterfly
All l knew was to get money and to try to make it multiply uh
Switch up my flow every album like I switch up my hoes
Don't take my realness so serious sometimes I joke
Pressure that gets applied is more than what meets the eyes
I'm from where people be surprised when you survive and beat the odds uh
They be surprised you still alive
Sometime it be yo closet guys that's praying for yo demise uh
Kept a burner and a burner phone
Turned into Colonel Sanders soon as I would turn them burners on
Chicken cooker bad bitch from out of town flight booker
Semi pimping round this bitch I kept some nice hookers
I'm on that Anthony Davis forcing a trade shit
Wishing I could trade half of these bitches I ever laid with
I'm not bitter nor a quitter
But if I could do some shit different, I'd keep a lot of shit realer
YeaI know I'm tee Lee tha realest
But let's not front like real niggas still don't lie to these bitches uh
The swagger continues in my finest hour the realest gone rise
And from here on out, I might just be the last of my kind
They keep running back to the bank but it's been closed
Seen niggas go belly up over skanks that been hoes uh
I'm not judging, but trust me, I'm stiff with policy I'm not budging
Give lil niggas a jump and they start thinking they muggsy
If mama was living I'd give her gold ivory's and lilly's
20 20 vision I'm seeing a lot shit clearly
Block out anything that's absorbing my energy
Pray to God that I don't have to make orbs out of my enemies
3 4's in the title got me feeling entitled
In tune with the ancestors so my wave is tidul
Out did myself with this one, I'm your new favorite writer
Virtuoso in the booth, this is a solo cypher