advantages - no idols lyrics
[verse: atlas]
now, my advantage is i got all the advantages
crack the game in half, wrap it up, save the bandages
roll the weed in it, i’m flowing with all these definitions
too many options, i got too much pot to p-ss in
eclectic tetris player, filling all the blocks you’re missing
quenching the streets, the block is now in drought remission
and the mission, it’s about making rap division
sid the science kid is gonna teach you about the rap envision
tectonic ebonics, i’m shaking up the compet-tion
chronic, ironic, i got the driest flow when i’m spittin’
i’m busy managing, working out on my management sk!lls
the blacksmith of the pen, i got the darkest of wills
and i just started but still, i can barely sit still
my sickness is going viral, are you catching the ill
muscle memory, i’m flexing for real
you couldn’t catch a f-cking break if it fell of a toyota wheel
now, if you’re lost, call on sid to navigate
going pretty slowly, but your gps is tracking late
going pretty slowly, gps, yeah, you caught it late
repet-tion helps if you need me to elaborate
endless batteries, you couldn’t keep me in a badder state
certain that i’ll beat that -ss, that you’ll have to ascertain
i’m reaching out, i got the touch, do you feel it yet?
activate your senses, look at me, do you feel it yet?
salivating while i’m taking breaths, do you feel it yet?
you p-ssies filled with little richards, nah, you don’t feel it yet
and i’m going hard, me?, i’m in my best state
you bring your team and they’ll get f-cked, call it penn state
now, gather ’round cause i’m trying to set you men straight
i’ll f-ck your b-tches and send them back when they menstruate
you still can’t rap even though you saved the bandages?
your disadvantage is that i got all the advantages
[verse: no idols]
intelligence, i make my raps like speech impediments
stop your development in rapping, this is not your element
you’re at a deficit, it’ll take years before you benefit
not a prerequisite, a warning before it gets intricate
i’m now taking requests, show me who is the best
i want my name as the same as a bullet going through chests
painful, n-gga. if i slaughter a fat b-tch with no grief
am i letting these n-ggas know that i got beef?
(that-that’s what it means, right? ya know, fat b-tch, cow, stuff like that? whatever…)
i am not the nervous nerd that you met in mayfair
twenty levels under me, know that you gon’ stay there
i don’t give handouts, what? you think you know me
all you got is beef, dawg, what you think you kobe?
i’m in a league of extraordinary artists
but, now you all are looking like extraordinary targets
i’m in the lab writing a draft of the rap corpus
no hook, like i’ve been rapping into a cordless
you done with your 15 minutes? i got my own time
my lyrics stay original and all you do is mime
a bunch of salty rappers ain’t sh-t, where’s my drink & lime
b-tch, i’m more incline like i’m wearing calvin’s clothing line
these nights i sit in my room, talking bout 5 am screaming f-ck my health
i’ve been here for the music since day one, mothaf-cka, i don’t need yo help
can’t stay here looking bruised up so these gravediggers find out i tried to k!ll myself
back then i was an adolescent to the game, damp in the ears now it’s all dried up
i’m back in it, huh? what you mean “i’m back in it” you should know i never left
spent my time tryna master the craft, making words to the sh-t that i felt
hard to make a full house out of these bullsh-t cards in my hand but the flops not dealt
you ain’t gotta waste your life in a trap house, you ain’t gotta waste your life in a cell
i’ll eat these rappers like southerners eat a bowl of grits
gut ’em with so many flows, i should be from the swiss
i’m back at it cause n-ggas know i ain’t new to this
you’re far from a blood, you’re a lining around the uterus
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