Martin $ky - Rapture lyrics
[Martin $ky - Rapture lyrics]
Yo hotter than pots, rocking the socks
With weed leaves on top with my
Hat cocked to the back
Bag full of my essentials for the traveling
Headphones, laptop
I keep that notepad with me uh
Flake when nobody heard of me
Hope you getting in but now you're
Sitting where the curb would be
Keep dribbling words
My flow permanent swerve
Gawd they getting fed up with
What your serving them uh
And as the plot thickens I be rolling
Up a dub and watching robot chicken
Putting out them records
Hope them record labels listening
They label me incredible, and reckless
My incision's pretty deep
But these types of songs is
What they need in fact
Hope you really trying to think it
When you proceed to rap
Fire from the infinite abyss of lyrics
Listen to them critics, they like crickets
I ain't trying to hear it
It's the sinister word scribbling villain
With out of this world audio
The mass is really feeling this, shit
Top of the mountain, high as
This rapper with the manifest
And I ain't did my damage yet
Rapture the youth with a flow venomous
Motives as low as ditches
With acid trips I'm indigenous
First spitter with genuine cold lyrics
I'm sitting in booths, killing
With literal raps, feeling it
Altered the anatomy you used to
Make a simple beat with your fruit loops
And do you
Chunk the deuce, Myspace all up in your view
Who is that cat killing these
Raps better than you do
This that golden era real type shit
Flyer than the high
It's from the spliff that I lit
In-inhale, soaring to the moon where I reside
Here's a molly and a blue pill
Which one you wanna try my nigga
The consequences clear if you
Got common sense
Chewing on these ramen noodles with
The crew I came with that's no one
Did it on my own fucking lonesome
Had plenty of buds
Random niggas tryna hold some
Stoned then this is rapping
This the genesis chapter
Hitting a and you hear what's coming after
Figure I would rap a lot and
Worry about the beats less
Rather play with words cause all
This poetry relieving stress
It's the sinister word scribbling villain
With out of this world audio
The mass is really feeling this, shit
Top of the mountain, high as
This rapper with the manifest
And I ain't did my damage yet
Rapture the youth with a flow venomous
Motives as low as ditches
With acid trips I'm indigenous
First spitter with genuine cold lyrics
I'm sitting in booths, killing
With literal raps, feeling it
With weed leaves on top with my
Hat cocked to the back
Bag full of my essentials for the traveling
Headphones, laptop
I keep that notepad with me uh
Flake when nobody heard of me
Hope you getting in but now you're
Sitting where the curb would be
Keep dribbling words
My flow permanent swerve
Gawd they getting fed up with
What your serving them uh
And as the plot thickens I be rolling
Up a dub and watching robot chicken
Putting out them records
Hope them record labels listening
They label me incredible, and reckless
My incision's pretty deep
But these types of songs is
What they need in fact
Hope you really trying to think it
When you proceed to rap
Fire from the infinite abyss of lyrics
Listen to them critics, they like crickets
I ain't trying to hear it
It's the sinister word scribbling villain
With out of this world audio
The mass is really feeling this, shit
Top of the mountain, high as
This rapper with the manifest
And I ain't did my damage yet
Rapture the youth with a flow venomous
Motives as low as ditches
With acid trips I'm indigenous
First spitter with genuine cold lyrics
I'm sitting in booths, killing
With literal raps, feeling it
Altered the anatomy you used to
Make a simple beat with your fruit loops
And do you
Chunk the deuce, Myspace all up in your view
Who is that cat killing these
Raps better than you do
This that golden era real type shit
Flyer than the high
It's from the spliff that I lit
In-inhale, soaring to the moon where I reside
Here's a molly and a blue pill
Which one you wanna try my nigga
The consequences clear if you
Got common sense
Chewing on these ramen noodles with
The crew I came with that's no one
Did it on my own fucking lonesome
Had plenty of buds
Random niggas tryna hold some
Stoned then this is rapping
This the genesis chapter
Hitting a and you hear what's coming after
Figure I would rap a lot and
Worry about the beats less
Rather play with words cause all
This poetry relieving stress
It's the sinister word scribbling villain
With out of this world audio
The mass is really feeling this, shit
Top of the mountain, high as
This rapper with the manifest
And I ain't did my damage yet
Rapture the youth with a flow venomous
Motives as low as ditches
With acid trips I'm indigenous
First spitter with genuine cold lyrics
I'm sitting in booths, killing
With literal raps, feeling it