a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

rapper shit - space pablo & fibonacci. lyrics

[hook: fibonacci.]

i am on my rapper sh*t, yeah/
tell em to caption this/
i am the bar activist, yeah/
i am a phenomenon that is currently happening/
write every verse like it’s my last as i am rapping in/
lyrics that underwent some really heavy sharpening/
my sh*t is staggering/
i got all these beats sustaining heavy damages/
i am an optimist/
and more of a satirist/
them reaching this is a hypothesis/

[verse 1: fibonacci.]

the following are scenes cut from final destination/
harden the climb as i steepen the inclination/
too many rappers but still ain’t enough/
just random ass n*ggas combining sentences and none make the cut/
let alone embody what rapping means/
surely ain’t what it seems/
mediocre they are deemed/
in accordance, so believe/
before the chorus i shall be brief/
they in the corners and buried deep/
this is something for your status/
on my sh*t again these words are a part of the apparatus/
there is nothing they can tell us/
we misbehave with no manners/
and honestly i would rather be

[verse 2: fibonacci.]

i wrote/
from that came quotes/
i spoke/
they listen, you don’t/
i know/
see at my shows/
as they come close/
i chose/
pen strokes/
that blow/
i probe/
rap on beats by pablo/
this sh*t renders the critique defunct/
couple projects later still i won’t be done/
only a few make em like this where i am from/
they can’t ignore now us now that we are on/
i am occupying all the sp*ce by the inch/
and it’s f*ck what they think/
this right here should be filmed/
and frequent your playlist/
this the gap i had to bridge/
check the astrology, sagittarius the archer who never misses/

[hook: fibonacci.]

[verse 3: fibonacci.]

i do these records how i do these hearts/
and my b*ast!*lity stays on self start/
these characters are fictious they never play they part/
to whom it may concern this sh*t here is state of the arts/
i don’t check the microphone i wreck the microphone the singature/
that sh*t major/
genocide how i am tailored/
greatness on greatness how i am layered/
uh/
on your lane ensure you tread safer/
i never say a word i let the work speak/
i tell the truth there’s nudity in my speech/
self driven you can hear the tyres screech/
solitude check the company that i keep/

- space pablo fibonacci lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular