Crawdad, Blueprint - Target Practice (Escape Artist) lyrics

There’s no place to run now
I am having fun now you think you won, ha
We barely begun now
Get um in the mother fucking
Back with the backpack
Back for the last laugh, murderous
Fit to get it and go, blow
You are playing a role now
You are not in my zone pal
You are not my equal
Leave you Paul Walker style
Unable to make the sequel
Get up in the brain now
Can’t contain the pain – dangerous
Paint with a canvas, ain't but a bandage
Pray for the madness to leave me
Believe me, I’m knee deep, in pee pee
Huh, shit ain't nothing
I’m bustin’ over percussion cussin’
Those ain't muffins
I’m huffing and puffing over the oven
Hungry as fuck and my stomach’s rumbling
Hundreds of other who like me, so
Why do I think that you’d like me?
Cause, I’m nastier than an AIDS
Infected hooker in Latvia

You sing songs, act like you rapping
One year later, your ass is platinum
I can’t stand, the way you acting
Here I come, this is target practice

They don’t wanna win, they want me to quit
Take the easy way and skip the conflict
They think it's all luck
They think it’s a gift
I put in hard work, they think it’s a trick
It’s like magic how my scenery shift
From banging out a beat – to
On the beach with a bitch
From hating my boss for being a prick
To being a boss and owning my shit
A powerful man, I rule with an iron fist
So when I write a rhyme it
Feel like I’m frying fish
I start to heat up – the
Beat’s just a side dish
So much food for thought you
Feel like you’re side split
Soon as the flame’s lit, my feet is up
I’m all in ya shit
In ya house, but not a guest, I’m an arsonist
Yeah I’m talking shit, but it’s all legit
Another body dropped, another target hit