Page Kennedy - Made You Look lyrics

They shoot me, should be my theme song
The beam long, the team strong
Your dreams gone
But that's what you get wastin' em
Hop in your nightmares with the
Mask on and Jason 'em
Machete time, I won't shoot you
Take the mask off
Played to death: I am Future
But don't pass your presence
Unless you past the presence
Of pastors blessings
I send you back to Jamaica
Fuck that, I send you back to yo' maker
Fuck that bitch
And smear blood all over the wall
And I ain't talkin' about a map maker
She'll look like the Joker after I poke her
She'll look like Heath Ledger
After I bed her
I turn that bitch to a sewer rat
April O'Neill will be a shell of
Herself after I shred her! (Turtles)
I'm a street fighter
Tell your boyfriend "come and
Get on my level", i'll be right up
Twitter fingers and gangsta writers
Not a biter
You fly on the web and I'm a spider
Yeah, and you already know
How this story ends
This story ends will tell you
How the story ends
You fuckin' with the king of the punchline
I'm fuckin' with your food in a lunchline
I jizz all over your sandwich
And whiz all over the cameras
So you can see how I come pissed off
I ain't know a hard nigga could be this soft
I ain't known gettin' shot was
A badge of honor thought the point was to
Make other rappers goners
Listen, y'all got it twisted, dreadheads
Spittin' hot shit out your
Mouth like redheads
While y'all talkin' to goons
Poppin' all that tough shit to come get you
A different story when them
Hollow points hit you
Soon as you said it, you regret it
I keep my chest like gas stations unleaded
Fuck you
Shit's Breaking Bad in the hood, man
It's all good man, just call Saul Goodman
For your knees, and shit like toiletries
Lawyer fees, be bigger than sequoia trees
Hah and you don't wanna be a jailbird
Especially when you a pussy like The L Word
Word you wasn't comin' out the house yet
You don't even know the plug from the outlet
A real nigga but he still got popped though
Cause he a snitch like everyy
Nigga in a cop show
This the I test, I guess, I am Proof
I wish a nigga would man, I am Groot
I'm on the right page because
I laid the book
I know about the streets because
I played the crook
And you ain't been the same
Since I slayed you, shook
They shootin', sike, I made you look

Yo, I spilled my guts last album
And y'all thought it was suicide
The snakes in the grass and the
Rats in the sewer died
But who they apprehending?
I'm on the tenth floor
In a ten-story building
Gettin' a happy ending
To those crowds pretending I cannot be seen
Each line I jot between got bodies that rot
Call the SWAT regime you lame brain
I'm going deaf towards you ABC niggas
You think on different levels
On the same plane
So who's frontin', hit the snooze button
They confused
I sound ill on the mic like breaking news
Cuttin' to reporters getting camera
Time on the air
They on a different spectrum, I check them
Direct from the owners chair
You're an erect bum that
Haven't grown a pair
Dickhead on some shit, that's a rectum
With the boner there
You wasn't family if we feud
Don't get it mixed up
Just so we clear without being EQ
I think of crabs in the barrel
All I do is see food
Then I get back to droppin' gems
Like how we doin' Bejeweled, nigga
Watch, I escaped the botchery
It's sticky situations like
Hibachi in Huaraches
Throw out my , episodes I saw good times
Then I turned into Happy Days for all
The chachis who tried to block
So it's top notch, get the crotch please
It's diamond in a sea of glass
Got a degree of grass like

I'll take a bullet for my man
I've reached my peak without me
Looking through my hands
You couldn't be the man
If they put you on the stand
You'd snitch in 16 minutes with
The footage from the cam
I dreamt my wife had a black boy
My girl made a small wonder and
I filmed it on an Android
Remember when I couldn't bag a
Hoe with a fly rump
And when I did, I dry-humped the cameltoe
I'm Earl Manigault to periscope the antidote
Y'all ain't remotely close tryna
Channel the hope
I'm paddle boat, how did I make enemies?
I know the answer before the question
I play Jeopardy! The phrase heavenly
Make melodies change energy
Rap president: I wrote this on a page
Kennedy!
Paid 70 for the Tesla, what a gesture
They wrote my name over the top
Nothing extra daylyt thought I was fronting
I wasn't under pressure
Took me some verses to get it
Like the Book of Esther
Too Biblical for the lyrical
My reflection talk back to me, my mirror cool
That's a miracle like the wicked
Queen with a tricky scheme
I got the apple in my
Palm without a vivid stream
Steve Jobs with the mean bars
Your freak moms came and blew hair like
She seen larger screens

Yo, I'm redirecting you retinas to
Read the message suggested
Through electromagnetic compulsive
Verbal aesthetic a paranormal energy field
Selected this method that I ghost busters
I don't mean paranormal detectives
Just die, I digress, I digest information
That make scrambled data appear in formation
You in for a spanking, I enfocre thinking
You in fourth place if we enforce ranking
My word so bond, if I proceed to go home
And read the Bible backward it
Make Jesus throw stones find new direction
Heal your eyesight then blind
You with blessings i'm nice, uh
Like slightly generous villain is
Venomous Christmas
Beginners get wind of this winning penmanship
Wit, with conviction non-conventional
Omnipresent awesome all-seeing rituals
And Lord
I should do a mantra, I'm a monster
Madman on ya roster wan' I'm a rasta
Word to Yah, word to Ra, word to the horizon
Haile Selassie ya, ha

It's kinda like ever rhyme I write dope
Chyna white
I'm grinding white, Madonna white, hit me
(if) you tryna find the white
These key sells get me shells like Obama wife
So I hold the llama tight
Send you to Satan or Christ
On my baby mama life
Pussies fuck with the bread
I bust on you dickheads like
When the condom tight
My bro has just drove up with a whole truck
So I'm 'bout to roll up like
Taking off the condom right
My bars raw like a condom strike
So when I rhyming bars it's like
Popping with the Magnum off time out
You need to find out how
Much your casket cost
And make payments till I make
Arrangements to clap it off
So cats have starved, they ain't rob folks
Some cats rob folk and they still starve
'cause the niggas that they rob broke
If everybody at your job broke
I hope you find a new profession
Or you gon' go through depression
I got a new connection
My coke is a new complexion
Known the yayo I'm selling 'em, no melanin
Yo I get a pie and sell
It them and get 'em robbed
Come back with the same pack
And make the sale again
You grew up with it but
Ain't never beat Wayne never me
But that joint'll let me
Bone like a skeleton
If you jealous then I get
The stick and clap you, kid
Even on a laxative you
Ain't with the shit's, bitch

They shooting, ha I made you look
You a level above, afraid you shook
Yeah, 'cause ain't no such things
As half way crooks
A moment of silence for Prodigy
This the blood that shooters share
On a feature song
As soon as the beeper's on producers fled
Music blare, you in the ether zone
Reach for chrome, to each his own
A Ruger lead
A super headed and eat your dome
You dead or beat your home, be shalom, peace
A lot of my people know
A lot of people couldn't
Leave the streets alone
So somebody shot 'em
A lot of my people gone
Either that or they in the
Pen with new sneakers on
Talking eastside shit on the speakerphone
I send work out to Georgia
It's all peachy though coke's so white
You think it was bleached by Ichigo
Getting money quiet
Til the feds took the fiber out my diet
Shit was all good just a week ago
You leave me no choice but to be my own CEO
Sinking low in the seats of a GTO like a pimp
In a stinking Lincoln rocking
The pinkest mink
Keeping his eye on that sneaky hoe
Counting easy dough tryna keep it low
If you ain't from the 90's
You won't understand this shit
357, that's the way my hammer click
357 was part of Hammer's clique
'Pac's saliva landed on a camera
That's the way my Cannon spit
You better abandon ship
The predator anarchist
The better the rapper is
The better the beheading
Make competitors sound regular after this
They said I'm immaculate
The weapon is accurate
You step in Los Angeles
Expecting an ambulance
Snatching rappers, we on the forefront
We was putting travel bans
On niggas before Trump
Slipping out the exit
Dipping out in they Lexus
Flipping out 'cause the pistol's mouth
Is sticking out like a sore thumb
Crooked I, too many loose screws, cuzzo
KXNG CROOKED, I win and you lose, cuzzo
I'm so West Coast I'm still
Thinking about taking a shot
At Jay for that line in "22 Two's" cuzzo
He was right
Too much West Coast dick-licking
I'm getting my dick licked by thick
Bitch when it's slim pickings
All my bitches get to the chicken
They paper long i got Raven Simone and
Oprah's notifications on
Bust a nut in her pupil
That's how I school her
Her man mad the Ruger press his medula
Rappers try to match how clever I
Get so whatever I spit
Is their measuring stick, yes
I'm the ruler, crooked