BarelyAnyHook, Fela - No Enemies lyrics

Your bars feeble, mine's fabled
Sometimes I feel like Clark Gable
They place I write from, y'all can't visit
That's why I'm not able to rhyme stable
They know my lyrics like the times table
I let the bars take off
Homie they know me as the Ink Dragon
Fake tattoo artist only skin deep
Plus they forgot to load the ink cartridge
My throat's parched, nigga I need water
Felabration week just passed and I haven't
Been to KK not yet at
Least hump day blues I don't want
To disrespect the trumpets though

I said I didn't want
To disrespect the trumpets
But, I wanna fill Ivanka with a muffin
But, I heard a nigga playing off
Key so I said fuck it
Don't forget I'm a child of
Destiny like Miss Luckett
And my well is deep
You'll see before I kick the bucket
Guarantee your Folake give me
A whole lotta lovin'
That's a whole lot of buns in the oven
That's if they poking holes in the rubbers
My circle is gold, boy I'm covered
Don't mess with the flow or the money
Talking about the latter, man I'm on it
Bottom of the rung on a come up
Bottle of Patron for the honeys
Mega-sized Crayola for the young un's
Birthed a knucklehead but still
Put up with him
So all around the globe for my parents
Fuck a clearance ticket
Fuck your best description
Dirty Polo's on my sole's though
Allen Avenue, 6: 30 go-slow
I'm in a One Chance living like YOLO
And how this nigga paint these flicks
So vivid with the slow stroke
Fuck, man, I don't know
Don't just stare, get the Go-Pro
Take a photo or something

After this shit
Yes I might be headed underground
When I surface it's probably
With another sound
If you ever get bored though
Build a bore hole
Get a bucket, you might just find Waldo
The best me is when pressed
To the wall though
You might wanna eat your I
Dinner before your jaws broke
Especially if half of your lyrics borrowed
That's not the bro code
I've got the source code
You wouldn't get it boy I spit in morse code
Lost in the sauce though
And the exchange rate got me tapping out
I copped a cap and gown but
Economy droopy like a Basset Hound
And you know what? That makes me so mad
A fool and he's been all over, a Fulani nomad
Just got back
And he had no idea that shit was so bad
Get with the program
It's clear the government don't
Care for no man
Nigga so we slow dance with the hustle
Hold hands, do the shuffle
Big boys moving weight layman, moving muscle
Okada switching lanes keke moving like buses
We loving it through the pain
The beauty is in the struggle look
One time for my soul take it away, Big Man