I’m A Problem

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm that dude that slashes you with no utensil Step back, aim and blast at you with a loaded mental Crowd in disbelief, they never heard what I teach Like being dipped in grease when I'm serving the heat Every time I leap, treacherous words form a speech They find at least a million dead birds on a beach You can fight me (Strike me) cuss me (blBite me) Never have you ever seen a killer quite like me? Evil (shiesty) regal (feisty) Squeezing the life from three people nightly Practise (classic) ratcheting (tactics) Murdering savages that I have to interact with Multifaceted, nasty and accurate Make a task come alive after I fashion it Like a fool on dip, I'ma wild out Whole lot of missing people up in my house Man, not a telephone won't dial out I'ma snatch you up by the collar from a mile out Channel my energy to expose you on contact Load you in a canon and send you where the Sun's at Combat with facts wherever I'm at Spit a library of almanacs on one track Say you're the best, so K the King don't try ya Travel in your head then rig them wires Make 'em retire 'cause I ain't big on liars Tie your woman up then set her wig on fire Go into the jail house, blow the wall out All the killers and murderers, I'm let 'em all out This is the fallout 'cause I know what y'all bout Y'all breaking the peace so I'ma go to war out [Chorus] I'm a problem, I'm a problem I leave 'em feeding from the bottom, from the bottom Hunt 'em down like a monsoon as I spot 'em, when I spot 'em The skills you claim, I hope you got 'em On that microphone it's well known that I'm a problem I'm a problem, I leave 'em feeding from the bottom, from the bottom Hunt 'em down like a monsoon as I spot 'em, when I spot 'em The skills you claim, I hope you got 'em On that microphone it's well known... [Verse 2] Problems I'm solving them, I'll ruin you and make you wish your world ends I'll show up at your date and beet you down in front of your girlfriend I build my rap, spin moves, then sidestep I work my pen out so much that it's looks just like a bodybuilder's bicep But enough of jokes, I'm sending your whole form up in a puff of smoke I'll amputate your limbs then I reconnect them to other folks You was grinning, swearing you would win Until you felt the right hook come tearing through your chin The punishment then etched in, never would it end Got a pen that's deadlier than a heroin syringe I'm a rap pro, O.G., macro Blast those that don't know me Coming in the back door slowly My goal is to jack your soldiers, mash on a rapper like afro Kobe See I get trapped inside a time warp every now and then For the first eleven days of 2016 I was ten See I'm the one that threw the bomb that landed on your flesh No need for a uniform, my team name's branded on my chest I'm in my power stance, damaging cowards, man My click is like a clock 'cause if you diss us, in a minute you gon' see our hands [Chorus] I'm a problem, I'm a problem I leave 'em feeding from the bottom, from the bottom Hunt 'em down like a monsoon as I spot 'em, when I spot 'em The skills you claim, I hope you got 'em On that microphone it's well known that I'm a problem I'm a problem, I leave 'em feeding from the bottom, from the bottom Hunt 'em down like a monsoon as I spot 'em, when I spot 'em The skills you claim, I hope you got 'em On that microphone it's well known... [Verse 3] I hold the mantel and stand in preparation for the grand battle I can travel unnoticed camouflaged inside of an ant's shadow The sacred robe of unjaded greatness I'm draped with I shake pits and wears snakes on my wrists like bracelets I straight rip until I make the lithospheric plate shift Decapitate you just to save your paper on your facelift I'm down for the cash, astounding and brash Give you a tattoo with a needle that I found in the trash Now I'm getting real hungry, time for breakfast, man - everything in front of me swept in flames Vocabulary range insane, I'm about to replace Webster's name See, when the track's too rough to wreck on I'll connect two stones to some lead prongs and wear them instead of headphones The profit gainer, a bottle rocket flamer, cock and aim at a gossip bringer Hanging in a locked container, sparring with a robot boxing trainer The day I lose to rap buffoons The Sun will shine bright at midnight and be followed by a pitch black afternoon [Chorus] I'm a problem, I'm a problem I leave 'em feeding from the bottom, from the bottom Hunt 'em down like a monsoon as I spot 'em, when I spot 'em The skills you claim, I hope you got 'em On that microphone it's well known that I'm a problem I'm a problem, I leave 'em feeding from the bottom, from the bottom Hunt 'em down like a monsoon as I spot 'em, when I spot 'em The skills you claim, I hope you got 'em On that microphone it's well known...