Raise the Bar

[Intro]

Oh my fucking God!

My chode is hard

(R Productions)



[Verse]

Yo, a microphone is my fucking weapon of choice

Fuck guns and bullets, 'cause I got a deadlier voice

I keep spitting, keeping my throat wettened and moist

I'm bullying these rappers like I was wrecking their toys

This shit is easier than stealing candy from a baby

Raised in the '90s, fuck the '70s and '80s

I'm like a bakery: rhymes are made fresh daily

You're an imitator with some flaky-ass pastries

I won't be happy 'til I'm sitting on a throne

In a castle made of gold, eating lunch and getting blown

You could say it's impossible, but I guess you never know

'Cause I've been prophesized to make it

Yeah, it's fucking set in stone

I'm sick of all these white rappers thinking they're black

All acting like gangsters in the way that they rap

I'm not being racist, I'm just stating the facts

Because I'm living, breathing proof that Caucasians can rap