never fm

Probably never hear this on your radio, ‘cause they ain’t ready though/

The sane people can’t stand that crazy flow/
Or the crazy folks can’t stand that sane-ey flow, that zany flow/
They wanna hear that “guns, drugs and pantyhose” with cameos/ 

But I’m a good fella, on that Ray Lio’/

So hear me yo, they hate me though/

“They hate you bro?”/
Like Bowser hated Mario/ 

The browser then just add me yo/
Go louder with your stereo
I vow I’ll (vowel) stick to I & U (you), forget about that “A, E, O”/ 

Tunnel vision; you could tell I’m fizzin’/
They pretend they’re spittin’, selling millions/
While I’m futuristic, call it “telespittin’”/
Tell them chickens that I’m coming vicious to develop friction/
Then envelop, ‘cause they’re selling fiction through your television/
Devastate ‘em, I estimate I’ll leave ‘em decimated/
Featherweights, can't even lift a plate, they’re too intoxicated/
Celebratin’ till they elevate up to the operator/
Play–I’ll leave you faded, dead, decayed; it’s ‘cause I’m dedicated/
I am new to you, you're new to me but I’m not new to this/
I am Bruce & Lee, give kudos quick or eat this Kune Do kick/
Im coolin’ crew-less, cruising with my crucifix/
It’s crucial. Mix acoustics–do this students and become Black Jewelz enthusiasts/

So you roll with a fat check?! What that even gotta do with a rap track?!/
What if we were to go and to fact check?! Bet you'd lose respect in that aspect!/

Most you catz feel a threat in the *boom* *clap*/
Scared to rap, it’s a risk playing Blackjack/
If it ain’t that “Clack-clack”, “badd biddie", “cash that”/
Wack witty hashtag, fast Diddy fad/
It’s sad but a fact that/ 

You'll probably never hear this on your radio, ‘cause they ain’t ready though/

The sane people cant stand that crazy flow/
they want the same people, original is so despicable/
They wanna hear that “guns, drugs and pantyhose” with cameos/ 

But I’m a good fella, on that De Niro/

So many folks can’t stand me though/

“Can’t stand you bro?”/
Like cops can’t stand a camera phone/

The browser then just add me yo/ 

Go louder with your stereo/
I vow I’ll (vowel) stick to I & U (you), forget about that “A, E, O”/ 

Poof! I appear! “Abracadabra”/ 

Now watch me turn rappers to cadavers!/
Now watch me spew flames and spit daggers!/
But no magic, just a day that’s average/
... When you a savage/
I’ll lavish damage like salad/
And cabbage handed to a man that’s abandoned, stranded and famished/

I’ll ravish & ravage these rappers/
Till they cannot salvage their ga'bage/
Like their marriage, fractured & packaged/
All they have is status ... The saddest./
Now I ain't trying to say you are dumb/
But I’d be surprised if y’all knew the square root of 1/
I know we all gotta eat, work and say we got it done/
‘Cause I spent many days in the streets hungry without a crumb/
But you really ain't gotta spew all that nonsense/
Like your brain moved, haven't seen your mind since/
You a slave to the thing that rules your mindset/
Come to the battlefield where my mines sit/
Real rap takes more than a mic check!/
Goes far beyond the stage and the light set/
Make sacrifices. Blind lead the blind yet/
I’m binding my blinders, eyes on the prize/
Dislike–I don't mind since.../ 

You’ll probably never hear this on your radio, ‘cause they ain’t ready though/

The sane people cant stand that crazy flow/
And the tame people call me an animal, it’s crazy yo/
They wanna hear that “guns, drugs and pantyhose” with cameos/ 

But I’m a good fella, on that Pesci, Joe/

Respect me yo–they ban me though/

“They ban you bro?”/
Like drowning at Guantanamo/ 

The browser then just add me yo/
Go louder with your stereo/
I vow I’ll (vowel) stick to I & U (you), forget about that “A, E, O”/