Текст песни Sprang - Step1

You all sing 'cause your rap is not innovative
Easy to put that sheen on it when it's automated
Thought I made it taught but I stay wrought with
Over-contemplative rot at the root level, so my shoots shot
Gaudy plots outgrowing the pots
No avenue to undo any of the knots, lot full at the
Bottom, so I head up top and avoid overlooking my
Crops; minimal watts but the water I got

I said boss calling my phone, I ain't tryna hear it though
Here to show all these people who is the billy goat
Flow like the 'vill-e folk, y'all niggas just dreaming, hoe
Codeine with the Styrofoam more than the microphone
I don't forget shit, nigga got the microchip
She just took the mushroom tip, sorta like a fungus trip
Might micro-dose; parasite just the need to host
Pair of gals tear off they towels, I'm doing the most

You rubes got me confused with dudes who paid
Dues for company while they booze and schmooze
Put a bell on 'em and listen for moos... better yet, call 'em
Tools, ditch 'em and listen to more of these tunes

Bitch, get out the way; I'm ludicrous
A Lil' wild and crazy, my email getwavy and I ain't gon' change it
Fourty-four more, coolin' and bangin'
But please don't make me angry

Let 'em sink 44 millimeters-deep through the crease
Blink and bring a string of fresh beats to your meet 'n greet
Steady stream of purple fluid flows steaming up a
Slew of bruised egos who chose to buy pre-rolls

A lil' aggy da lil' aggin, they tryna bag 'em
He tried rapping, he took pictures with clever captions
And automatics, good stitching, designer fabric
Running up on his enemies live on IG

Reckon your feckless checklist while I wreck this shit effortless
Don't confuse self-correction with some deference
Nobody said shit to make me feel convinced
Skip the hook, next verse, cue it up, pass the pen

Hey Will, do you got a minute? I know you
Sick and fucking tired of all these other niggas
You know they fucking tripping and they never draw the pictures, 'cause
Is you really living if you not a legend? 'Cause they
Never really mimic if you got message, 'cause they
Only really listen if it's poppin' baby
And we poppin' baby, so we should stop being lazy
Let me take the first step and put my foot on they neck instead of tats

No tattoos on my epidermis
War-ready but you can miss me on the skirmish
Might misguide a sermon if my brain overworked
Not churning proper, burning up reserves tryna word it
Nerds all up in my Gelato but a
Flavor-pop combo won't satiate my nerves
Gimme a sack of reasonable diesel just to
Prop up the easel and support these ideas
Y'all don't measure up to what we doin' right here
You can quantify these lead in light years
Give a fuck about my peers only if they spit wisdom in my ears
Gimme the knowledge or sit your nonsense in the rear
Cheers to all the hesitancy lurking in my fears
Fogging up the mirror when the vision been clear enough to
Piece together remnants of these chiefing sessions, sew 'em up and
Keep 'em guessing even if we never learn or teach a lesson