Llegos
Rappers
(Ya! Ya! Ya! Ya!)

Verse 1
These are shots from my head
Thoughts from my automatic
Only dodged if you’re acrobatic
A rap savage, a mathematic addict
Not to mention the fact I got a screw loose in my attic
I’m erratic, with the gift of gab with which I rap
And when I attack it’s graphic
Wreaking havoc on the sad sacks of shit
That rap about bad bitches, getting money and fabrics
You motherfuckers is just average
Why not be sporadic?
Why don’t you say something you thought of on your own?
These motherfuckers are drones, zoned
And saying the same lines over and over again like clones
I’m on the other end of the spectrum, I’m drastic
Shooting for the stars, I’m galactic
I got a war-like tactic as I cast my magic
Verbs out the barrel of the metallic
It’s like a drive-by in traffic
There’s too many emcees that use their words just for the racket
I don’t fuck with you if you’re ratchet
I like my women fleshy, not plastic
And I’m a rapper so I must exclaim my status
With lines about how I’m the biggest and the baddest
How my rhymes are elastic
And how your shit is Jurassic while mine remains a classic
And I’m a rapper so I must think of myself as fantastic
My ego must be massive
How I must be a fanatic of the sound of static
From a record being scratched backwards
Don’t judge me from my demographic
Judge this rap as a map and you’re topographic
Judge me from my smile and my laugh
The fact, I got a good heart
And display it as I rip these beats apart
Preserving the purpose of this art

Did you know I’m smart?
My IQ tops the charts
Ninety-ninth percentile my brain sparks
Just like Tony Stark, plus his armor
I could hit a mark, a mile away with a dart, with the skills of an archer
Pinpoint accuracy with the rhymes I author
I wrote this verse in permanent marker
The beat, turns me from Peter Parker
Into a freakish martyr, expanding my web of partners
I can show you where the dark side of the moon gets darker
I can show you where the dark side of the moon gets darker

Chorus
Fuck these Emcee’s
These rules and degrees
Can’t define me
I remain free
Fuck these Emcee’s
These rules and degrees
Can’t define me
My name is G

Verse 2
What the fuck is autotune?
Use it, and get run up on by my goons
Thirsty for the color of maroon
From you autotune poon-
-tangs, fangs of a harpoon
Sink into your veins, and suck you dry like a prune
Then wrap your sack of skin into a cocoon

You must use autotune as a way
To disguise the fact you ain’t got shit to say

If you use autotune, I might break your teeth
Leave you speechless like old school cartoons
If you use autotune, I might break your teeth
Leave you to bleed, then come scoop your loot
If you use autotune, I might break your teeth
Make a beat, repeat and resume
If you use autotune, I will break your teeth
Then force-feed you to the dark side of the moon

Chorus
Fuck these Emcee’s
These rules and degrees
Can’t define me
I remain free
Fuck these Emcee’s
These rules and degrees
Can’t define me
My name is G

Outro
(G! G! G! G! G! G! G! G! G! G! G! G! G!)
G Whiz, G Baby, N!cky G, don’t fuck with me
G Whiz, G Baby, N!cky G, you’d better not fuck with me if your just an average rapper…