Reed Richards

Lyrics

1-2-3-4 Clap for me! They say "Mr. Fantastic" can you rap for me?! DJ bring it back for me! Let me stretch, get loose 'fore I black on it! Turn me up some! Triple R to ya'll, rap Reed Richards Stretch money instead of truth, bruh, I mean business 'Nuff flow to fill a ravine, you should bring pitchers When the beat got that swing, you gon' NEED pitchers On the mound, throwin' it down, Stan delivers All pro, I ain't a Goddamn beginner Pics after the show, now let a man eat dinner Too focused on A to see what plan B git us Nappy fade, with some grey on the sides Omni Man Stan when that pen and paper collide They lied and said you was the truth but now your status denied This slap forever, die waiting for the pain to subside, ooohhh Classic over trendy bruh I'm still here Holla at me in a decade if they still care When you fall and bounce back if they still cheer Then you're worthy to wield the mic like it's Mjolnir I'm still in here and still prepared to take what I've earned Y'all some build-a-bears, I'm built to bear the weight of the world I been the realest here, that's on my soulmate and my girls So who you feel compares to me that really ain't my concern Is he dope ain't a debate 'cause most will say he underrated A couple takes that state that he a great or just the greatest Some artists focus less on albums just on making playlists I choose the former but I hope the latter choose my latest Clap for me! They say "Mr. Fantastic" could you rap for me?! DJ bring it back for me! Let me stretch, get loose 'fore I black on it! Turn me up some! For the poppers, lockers, God bodies, Rasta Hip-Hoppers, not for… the imposters Nah bruh, recognize a spitter when you spot one Learn from a showstopper, turn me up some! Mr. Stantastic, party of four Dope in audio form. What's a God to a Gore? Butcher beats like Benny on the stage with The Boys You HOPE to have a good show bruh, I came to destroy up here Giving out work like I came to employ George Seurat on the mic when I making a point Sorcerer in the stu when I conjure up joints Come and fetch this blessing that I came to anoint From where we rock New Balance but struggle with old vices And high blood pressure be coming with low prices 'Fore the virus we been dealing known crisis Transformed from Ol' Dog, to Osiris Now we came to flame these joints like arthritis While God guide us, peacemakers, and born fighters Got homies with more seeds than papayas Trying to find peace while writing on papyrus Denied of equal rights and living wages And couldn't see the Gods that we are 'til hitting stages Best kept secret like Bibles w/ hidden pages Best source of raw Hip-Hop and edutainment My life's a Hip-Hop quotable they ain't publish yet Slept on by the masses til I left a few with rubbernecks Took a swing at rapping and I sent it to the upper deck Only other language that I'm fluent in is cut the check! Clap for me! They say "Mr. Fantastic" could you rap for me?! DJ bring it back for me! Let me stretch, get loose 'fore I black on it! Turn me up some! For the poppers, lockers, God bodies, Rasta Hip-Hoppers, not for… the imposters Nah bruh, recognize a spitter when you spot one Learn from a showstopper, turn me up some!