80 Barz (2019)

Lyrics
[Intro] Yeah [Verse] I rip up the mic dirty, battle anybody who's worthy Still on the field with my CT jersey You see me, heard me, felt me, purely The sickest on the Earth, ain't no shit to cure me Still nerdy since N64 GoldenEye, golden gun, twenty clips or more Equipped for war, so bitch, better hit the floor Or these punchlines'll hit your core Rattle bones and I'll bruise organs, show up with the four horsemen And Dexter Morgan, kill evеryone outta boredom Offendin' Mormons likе roundtable discussions about abortion Piss off like half the people I'm crossin' I'm lava, Charizard, hardest bars on the Surface of the planet, goddamnit, I'm a monster School of piranhas rippin' through your whole roster Leave nothin' but your skeletal remains layin' on the Bottom of the river bed, ain't no one as sick as Webb EightyHD for life, still on my friggin' meds Adderall baby, I'm crazy, but shit, I'm still ahead In the booth like Bill and Ted through any time period Now I'm really gettin' bread, check the grand totals Worldwide Webb 'bout to take this shit global Independent mogul, eatin' 'til I'm so full And got my foes evacuatin' like it's Chernobyl I could really give a shit about the music industry I'm in the Webby industry, so I'm just movin' differently Don't answer to a label, I just answer to my listeners Long as they been jammin' then we good, I keep spittin' words And givin' you the quality lyricism you've grown to love Took a minute, but just check the numbers, I've been blowin' up Now they know what's up, I'm that honky And still they can't see me like they playin' pin the tail on the donkey I'll nuke ya with bazookas, runnin' through ya Barracuda, so be careful where you scuba Rap God puffin' Buddha My hearts hard and you would think I lost a fuckin' staring contest to Medusa Now I'm really on the map, no one's stoppin' that Been a beast since I rocked the hat that got the flaps Now I got ladies grabbin' on my shaft like I'm Robert Kraft Bust a nut and then I never call 'em back See these other rappers leprechauns, I'm the fuckin' Megalodon I'm ice cold, freeze the water when I step on the pond On three times the amount of drugs that I said I was on But still get all the questions right when fuckin' Jeopardy's on Yeah, fuck a clout chaser, I'ma chase 'em off a cliff Without a fuckin' parachute so we can break his fall with it I'm sick of all this shit, keepin' to myself and keep my audience happy Without a major or the industry politics Like I'm Captain Obvious, Webby statin' the facts I'm just sayin' what I'm sayin', never takin' it back I don't apologize, I'm overqualified, personified Underground so long I'm feelin' fossilized Listen, you can check the carbon dating on my earliest hits On DatPiff, back when, baby, you was nursin' on tits You had a diaper full of shit while I was murderin' shit Yeah, I'm a lifer in this bitch and now I'm thirty and rich And I'm lovin' how It feels, knowin' all my peers That counted me out are lookin' back to see me on they heels Fuck catchin' 'em, I'ma blow past 'em While they gettin' cramps in they side, gasping, action Fuck a lights, camera, microphone damager Fully loaded stamina, sharper than these amateurs Now they spinnin' Webb like tarantulas Spit so hot I'll thaw the ground all the way in Yukon, Canada Listen, Webby's always rappin' thorough I'm such an animal my life is narrated by David Attenborough See me up on planet Earth, apex predator Servin' motherfuckers like a young Roger Federer Listen, this a stick up, better empty out your register Keep my musket loaded just so I could shoot the messenger Raisin' up the temperature like fossil fuel executives But I was broke so long I'm used to livin' in the negative Killin' shit consecutive, ain't no one consistent as me Go ask anyone who listens to me Kept it real for ten years in a game full of fake motherfuckers Why you think they keep their distance from me? I'm just different, you see I run my whole shit sittin' in the cockpit Auto rocket, on the grind, better watch it Connecticut on top bitch, huh Yeah, it's eighty bars later and I'm still spittin' hot shit
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Credits
- Writers
- Chris Webby