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rap god - zoetic lyrics

[hook:zoetic]
g-o-a-t, g-o-a-t
greatest of all time the g-o-a-t(x2)

[verse:zoetic]
im startin to feel like i’m a rap god, rap god
if you don’t agree then you a r-t-rd, r-t-rd
all of these local backpacking rappers claim that they go hard
grown up in the suburbs, not the gutter man y’all are all frauds
im feelin grimy, don’t try to find me, got the devil behind me
kinda slimy, spittin poison ivy until i’m ninety
if i don’t k!ll myself by then, one day ill wake up dead
everyone will continue but hip hop will come at its very end
i’m the best that ever come, you all just swallow c-m!
spittin ether, like a creature, wit demonic features, com in thru yo speakers
got em running out of they’re sneakers, every time i give em a feature, i’m the student you just sitting in the bleachers
imma graduate in my cap and gown, i deserve a crown, thrown up my t-ssel cause my parents proud inside the crowd
everything that goes up must go down, bet you tryna figure out who i sound like now!
but f-ck that i’m my own breed, cut from a different cloth
i’m hot as broth, all you dumb thots are obsessed wit sloths
you’re the fiends i serve you, observe you, until i’m on your nerves you
try to chop it up wit me but f-ck it i just swerve you!
murder you dweebs, choke you wit ya -n-l beads, i
ain’t wit that sh-t, see my life got different needs, pause
big boss pit, and a bad -ss b-tch
homie i move at a different speed
you can’t see me but still believe
im an unknown diety, directly destroying detainees
mothaf-cka i’m fly as elliot’s bike, but instead of e.t i got a midget dyk-
inside of the basket, now i sound like i’m trip pin on acid, p-ss it
boutta blow another gasket, smash it
putting bodies in they caskets. thats it
flash it, shoot the ratchet leave you face down in the lake like you was bobbin for apples action
you sh-theads spewing stupidity, you saying i’m gimmicky?
mothaf-ck you similes!
i m-st-rbate on all you metaphors, and annihilate alliteration
stop that rhetorical repet-tion so theres no topic i’m missin listen
know what i’m sizzlin i’m thizzlin
just bailed out of the prison, double-fistin two b-tches not missin
cause you hat in d-ck riders got me on a musical mission
like hey mothaf-cka, if you pray mothaf-cka
you just might be able to live another day mothaf-cka
i, spray mothaf-cka, its a shame mothaf-cka
never delaying or swayin i’m catching prey mothaf-cka
ok mothaf-cka, thats all i should say mothaf-cka
cause the haters will say that its cliche mothaf-cka
but they some cray mothaf-ckas, some in the way mothaf-ckas
so ill stop when the beat goes down to lay mothaf-cka i!
touch more keys than a janitor, you a scavenger
check my statistics, i’m ballistic, yes i will damage ya!
amateurs, all y’all! this is the final call
stand up tall, grow some b-lls, and get up off the wall!
you wanna challenge me but can’t beat me like gravity!
leave you with cavities, followed by the agony!
while i’m clutching ya heart, and there’s a darkness where it used to be!
i tear limbs apart, i don’t know whether to stop or start
but i know one things for sure that i’ll still be climbing up to the charts, ahhh!
zoetic’s at ya home, with cannons and catapults
we com in for all adults, we jolt em with the revolt, bolt
so much unity that you would think we were in a cult, no vote
look at me now, feet off the ground
jumpin in my flow you probably will drown
like swimming in the nile, or a mountainous pile of cash
sinkin yo -ss, homie that paper goes down for miles
but the cops took it all away and stuffed it in they’re files
but i smile, cause i’m finna take my case to trial
line em up in single file, you could say i have a hot style!
i’m alive, when the beat drops and arrives
i could feel the darkness rise, what a wonderful surprise
you will soon meet yo demise, make yo mom break down and cry
you all try to throw yo five, every time i break it down
but you cannot match my style, i’m the one that wears the crown!
not diddy or yeezus, they both got no p-n-s
i’m the g*nius, givin shock to rap my lyricism’s grievous, jesus!
i mean jessica, but theres another girl right next to her
but not stressing brush, mothaf-cka i just had s-x wit her!
its not even funny how i be getting this dough
whipping work on the tour until my bank account grows
swagger out from head to toe, my cloth so fresh
lookin for a yellowbone in a nice tight dress
so i could rip it off her chest, and reward her wit s-x
and then i’m right out the door, after i come i just go
i ain’t wit that cuddling sh-t ho, this ain’t drake, oh no no
you say theres no new friends, but who do you spend?
all ya time wit, b-tch, do females not count then?
ok ill stop takin shots, when you give me a chaser
take this pencil i’m writin wit, turn it around and erase ya
so go catch some vapors, i’m a beast in the nature and
naturally, i separate the strong from the weak
startin riots in the streets, to the rhythm of the beat
my circle small i only f-ck wit the elite
everybody else, will, feel the hand of defeat
im talking bout the meeks, drizzy drake and chief keef
j. cole, mac miller, french montana, pusha t, cause
honestly, all these rappers sound like sh-t to me
they may be hot now, but in a few years they’ll be history
a dusty prop on the top shelf, yo hands dealt
i don’t need no one’s help i do it myself
for all i know you’re probably not listening right now
but thats no legitimate excuse for me to switch it up wit the style
if i try to rap fast for a while, will you promise to keep it a thou
instead of switching ya vocals all you cheatin mothaf-ckas does that make you proud?
a hundred and ten words in ten seconds? are you f-ckin nuts?!
if i was to chop it up all of you compet-tion would probably be my lunch
well i guess thats its crunch time, i don’t need referees with these punchlines
cause i spit automatically, haters be aggy see me
but don’t challenge me, losin they’re balance in battles
they’re baffled, how i put bars together like a game of some scrabble
i cackle like jackals and changing the channel
if you want to dabble, try to do it don’t babble, its too much to tackle
just hop on y saddle and come to my castle, i came here to paddle
in holy water, you thirsty mothaf-ckas i was born in a chapel, -ssh0l-s
yes i know my style’s a bit odd, all the rest are just facades
the audience applauds, cause they just witnessed the rap god

[hook]

- zoetic lyrics

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