[Hayden Forbes & Provost]
You know
What?
As a rapper
Yeah?
You wanna go in with a purpose, a theme
Uh-huh
But sometimes you just gotta have fun, ya know?
Let's go
Haha
[Hayden Forbes & Provost]
It's the old-school from ‘02, best believe I'm here now
A public enemy for rap and don't need lyrics cleared out
It's only been a year now a masta crafta wordsmith
Without sippin' chemicals, so you know I earned this
You're annoying like ants so it's not hard to see
You put words on a branch you still couldn't write poetry (write poetry)
Better stay out of my circuit
I'd rather be a dead boy than bear all the burdens
But I'll work away and keep strivin' every day
Till the moment I can finally say “Aye we're cool Jay!"
Get schooled, slayed when I lay on every other school day
Fools may get played, that's why they have the rules made
Choose mates to save? It's too late (Ooo k!)
We the best through Spain and all the way to Goose Bay
So don't come at me, misfires can be a bad habit
I'm back at it, the true tales of a rap addict
[Hayden Forbes]
Soon as I heard this beat, I was feelin' the sound
So I got right off my feet and started swingin' around
And right now I'm the best of the era, era, chicka
Era, era, era, era, chicka, chicka
[Hayden Forbes, (Provost),]
These lines are kinda cheesy, but I flowin' nice and freely
Feelin' kinda breezy, that line was a little AC
Huh
These vocals are the framin'
The piano's a paintin'
Feel like I'm goin' insane
Cause what I say, what I do
It shouldn't matter to you
It's pure bliss when I'm hittin' the booth
Makin' hairs stand, with a strand I am splittin' the truth
Woo!
You got a weak rhyme design I redefine each line
A mastermind premierin' in his infinite prime
And when I'm here, I'll do my best
So I gotta make sure
I put my blood, sweat, and emphasis into every word
To maintain a status on top
The only thing that falls off is the beat when it dropped
Now tick tock on the clock, battle with no apologies
Then they try to fire back, writer's block almost constantly
Chokin' any of ya up, forget what you're thinkin'
I'm the one doing the rappin' (What?)
You losers are just singin'!
[Hayden Forbes]
Soon as I heard this beat, I was feelin' the sound
So I got right off my feet and started swingin' around
And right now I'm the best of the era, era, chicka
Era, era, era, era, chicka, chicka
Soon as I heard this beat, I was feelin' the sound
So I got right off my feet and started swingin' around
And right now I'm the best of the era, era, chicka
Era, era, era, era, chicka, chicka
[Hayden Forbes, Provost]
Some may call it a hobby
Steppin' to spit to a beat
A code they'll never decipher
So they can suffer defeat (suffer defeat)
But just listen to me
You hear the glee in my voice?
On those jazzy work keys
Bliss fillin' this choice
Like a Sorrell to a Royce, this boy is comin' to spit
(And what?)
Featurin' a plethora of talented wit
Wit, era, a-wit, a-wit, era
Here we're goin'
Take this dust and eat it
I never it the track, I beat it
Seein' all these fine punches that I'm sayin'
I'm like a golden goose, gander Midas touches that I'm layin'
I'm way in (chicka)
This varsity in the '50s, you with me? (Yup)
Doubtin' the possibility of listening
And then boom, now suddenly I'm winning
My victory, makes pipsqueaks start putting in sick leave
Learned from the right influences, you just got told fool
New hits, no two cents?
That's why I keep it old-school
[Hayden Forbes, Provost]
Soon as I heard this beat, I was feelin' the sound
So I got right off my feet and started swingin' around
And right now I'm the best of the era, era, chicka
Era, era, era, era, chicka, chicka
(Tell 'em!)
Soon as I heard this beat, I was feelin' the sound
So I got right off my feet and started swingin' around
And right now I'm the best of the era, era, chicka
Era, era, era, era, chicka, chicka
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