Wyler Adair - Prologue lyrics
[Wyler Adair - Prologue lyrics]
Yeah my mind is a headspace
Tryna make it to heaven
To get through the locked gates yeah
The power I possess
Could make a hundred racks
But I'd still be depressed yeah
With God as my witness i'm makin' a killing
Got the whole world listenin' yeah
Bars coming at you fast
I'm gonna make it last rhyme span is vast
You know
I started off with those corny ass beats
Providing instrumental for my corny ass beefs
I don't really have any beef
With any rappers no more
But how can Rolling Stone
Not put Off-Season higher?
Number 20 is just disrespect
Now I'm asking What's Next
Is Drake gonna be marked down for
Wearing his heart on his chest?
These lists are absurd this shit is retarded
These bitches don't know what the
Fuck they just started yeah
So I open up on the mic
Got a lysol disinfectant wipe
It's ironic, I got more Ire than before
These fuckers don't know what the
Fuck they're in for i'm cleaning shit up
Presence is not demeaning
But check your shoulders
'Cause it sure is alarming
Crackers messin' with me
But I take it as a blessing
More to write about
Now it's time for the addressing
I don't really do that diss shit anymore
Unless a cracker comes at me
But I won't start it anymore
And I guarantee he won't want the smoke
Crackers can't be looking to be choked
I'm giving you this warning better watch out
And I hope you don't cry
I hope you don't frown
I'm fucking telling you why
'Cause I'm back in the booth
I only spit the truth bitch
We spend one third of our lives sleeping
Maybe that's why I haven't blown up
I need to get back to releasing
I need to get my zone game up
I had to bring in numbers
For them to notice me i took on the task
Now they all know me i'm doing it my way
These bitches cannot play
I make them all my prey
And I never keep at bay
Gave them My All now I'm giving them this
Bars so good, I cannot miss
These crackers all know that I am the shit
They come all around then I
Make them all quit
This shit is too easy for me now
I been makin' bars
Since back when CDs was around
I could never be a man down
I was raised from the ground
I will never go back down
My wordplay got your mouse stuck
On the word "play" yeah
I ain't ever go to sleep
Too busy workin' all day yeah
I'm out here grinding i'm out here grinding
You motherfuckers could never touch me
Bars hit like lightning
I'm electric, that's how I do this shit
Multiply, division
Getting in that fucking bitch
Everyone gon' claim they the greatest alive
But when it comes to lyrics
They be finding it hard to thrive
I ain't talking 'bout Em
I ain't talking 'bout Cole
Not talking 'bout Kendrick
I'm just talking from my soul
I have respect for all them
Them motherfuckers are real
But some motherfuckers just be
Goin' around poppin' pills
This is a Russian regime fucking extreme
Fucking obscene i'll put the poo in the tin
That shit is wack
But let me get back on track
This is the Prologue
And I ain't ever takin' it back ha!
Tryna make it to heaven
To get through the locked gates yeah
The power I possess
Could make a hundred racks
But I'd still be depressed yeah
With God as my witness i'm makin' a killing
Got the whole world listenin' yeah
Bars coming at you fast
I'm gonna make it last rhyme span is vast
You know
I started off with those corny ass beats
Providing instrumental for my corny ass beefs
I don't really have any beef
With any rappers no more
But how can Rolling Stone
Not put Off-Season higher?
Number 20 is just disrespect
Now I'm asking What's Next
Is Drake gonna be marked down for
Wearing his heart on his chest?
These lists are absurd this shit is retarded
These bitches don't know what the
Fuck they just started yeah
So I open up on the mic
Got a lysol disinfectant wipe
It's ironic, I got more Ire than before
These fuckers don't know what the
Fuck they're in for i'm cleaning shit up
Presence is not demeaning
But check your shoulders
'Cause it sure is alarming
Crackers messin' with me
But I take it as a blessing
More to write about
Now it's time for the addressing
I don't really do that diss shit anymore
Unless a cracker comes at me
But I won't start it anymore
And I guarantee he won't want the smoke
Crackers can't be looking to be choked
I'm giving you this warning better watch out
And I hope you don't cry
I hope you don't frown
I'm fucking telling you why
'Cause I'm back in the booth
I only spit the truth bitch
We spend one third of our lives sleeping
Maybe that's why I haven't blown up
I need to get back to releasing
I need to get my zone game up
I had to bring in numbers
For them to notice me i took on the task
Now they all know me i'm doing it my way
These bitches cannot play
I make them all my prey
And I never keep at bay
Gave them My All now I'm giving them this
Bars so good, I cannot miss
These crackers all know that I am the shit
They come all around then I
Make them all quit
This shit is too easy for me now
I been makin' bars
Since back when CDs was around
I could never be a man down
I was raised from the ground
I will never go back down
My wordplay got your mouse stuck
On the word "play" yeah
I ain't ever go to sleep
Too busy workin' all day yeah
I'm out here grinding i'm out here grinding
You motherfuckers could never touch me
Bars hit like lightning
I'm electric, that's how I do this shit
Multiply, division
Getting in that fucking bitch
Everyone gon' claim they the greatest alive
But when it comes to lyrics
They be finding it hard to thrive
I ain't talking 'bout Em
I ain't talking 'bout Cole
Not talking 'bout Kendrick
I'm just talking from my soul
I have respect for all them
Them motherfuckers are real
But some motherfuckers just be
Goin' around poppin' pills
This is a Russian regime fucking extreme
Fucking obscene i'll put the poo in the tin
That shit is wack
But let me get back on track
This is the Prologue
And I ain't ever takin' it back ha!