Two Day Testimony
[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
Let's be honest here, you prolly thinking “wow”
BigMama made an EP and its soundin kinda weepy
For real this kid can’t even rap he acts too dapper all the time
He's talking bout some “I got too much that's mine”
Yeah you happy with your clout somethin’ you think you got
The drink you got - just think and stop all this bragging
Your cheeks are hot oh - you speakin'? stop, I'll drop you
Bars are weak and sloppy, you ain't Meek, you prolly better off
Droppin' out, sneak lip syncin' to Pac, or some other rapper with talent
Just so you can flatter a silent audience. Does it matter?
Your violent gaudiness just makes you inglorious
Take a lesson from Notorious, sit down and write for once
Do something right for once, right now your fights are fronts
Flexin' your birthrights and stunts
Stop fakin' like you made it outta some kind of dramatic struggle
You started out in the end zone and still figured out how to fumble
[Transition]
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Ay
[Verse 2]
Just look at Eminem, came outta Detroit
You think he was poor? The entire city’s unemployed
That’s respectable origins, if he made it from there
He's got the kind of talent that’s probably pretty rare
Everyone's lookin' for the secret, how to enjoy
The life of a hotshot rapper; look, you're missing the point
It’s called lyricism, if you're hopin' to find that flair
Legends come from their words. Now there's hits like yo-pierre
You wanna come out here? and I ain't dissing those songs
It's the new age of hip hop, poppy like a sing along
It's just those artists got a lot of things we don't have
Like producers, autotune, and ad libs pullin' in cash
We're working off a lot less than that, some simpler audio
Programs, an old mic and an ego that's strong
You know you can't fake professional, I remember you bragged
You paid a guy to make your artwork? Then why is your beat still tagged?
Gucci Mane and the Migos can talk about how they livin'
But if you try to rap about how you drownin' in women
Or how your pockets are drippin' just know you'll never be winnin'
Everyone thinkin' you kiddin' or callin' you out cause you trippin'
It's ok to have high hopes and big dreams
But don't talk about stuff you don't have just to try to be mainstream
I wish you the best - hope you make it high as Apollo - really
Though, change it up or you'll fall off like the rest
[Transition]
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Ay
[Verse 3]
Look man, all you gotta do is sit down and write
Unless you scared of a fight against a guy with no fame
Yeah sure I'm a new name but for real, bars, mixing and flow
I might have just beat you at your own game
Don't get me wrong though, I don't want a war with you
Just to open some doors for you, show you how to do this right
If you lookin' for tours and expensive crews you should ask for
Some clues from the guys at the top like k-dot or 2Pac
Only difference is that they rap about things that are real
When people relate to the music it's what they want to hear
So it ain't weak to spit how you feelin' anger or fear
Cause if you've never felt those you prolly shouldn't be here
I'm runnin' outta beat now so let me be clear
Am I right? I don't know, it's only my third day out here
My view on the world could be different next year
But at least I rap about what's really goin' on here
Uh
Uh
Uh
[Verse 1]
Let's be honest here, you prolly thinking “wow”
BigMama made an EP and its soundin kinda weepy
For real this kid can’t even rap he acts too dapper all the time
He's talking bout some “I got too much that's mine”
Yeah you happy with your clout somethin’ you think you got
The drink you got - just think and stop all this bragging
Your cheeks are hot oh - you speakin'? stop, I'll drop you
Bars are weak and sloppy, you ain't Meek, you prolly better off
Droppin' out, sneak lip syncin' to Pac, or some other rapper with talent
Just so you can flatter a silent audience. Does it matter?
Your violent gaudiness just makes you inglorious
Take a lesson from Notorious, sit down and write for once
Do something right for once, right now your fights are fronts
Flexin' your birthrights and stunts
Stop fakin' like you made it outta some kind of dramatic struggle
You started out in the end zone and still figured out how to fumble
[Transition]
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Ay
[Verse 2]
Just look at Eminem, came outta Detroit
You think he was poor? The entire city’s unemployed
That’s respectable origins, if he made it from there
He's got the kind of talent that’s probably pretty rare
Everyone's lookin' for the secret, how to enjoy
The life of a hotshot rapper; look, you're missing the point
It’s called lyricism, if you're hopin' to find that flair
Legends come from their words. Now there's hits like yo-pierre
You wanna come out here? and I ain't dissing those songs
It's the new age of hip hop, poppy like a sing along
It's just those artists got a lot of things we don't have
Like producers, autotune, and ad libs pullin' in cash
We're working off a lot less than that, some simpler audio
Programs, an old mic and an ego that's strong
You know you can't fake professional, I remember you bragged
You paid a guy to make your artwork? Then why is your beat still tagged?
Gucci Mane and the Migos can talk about how they livin'
But if you try to rap about how you drownin' in women
Or how your pockets are drippin' just know you'll never be winnin'
Everyone thinkin' you kiddin' or callin' you out cause you trippin'
It's ok to have high hopes and big dreams
But don't talk about stuff you don't have just to try to be mainstream
I wish you the best - hope you make it high as Apollo - really
Though, change it up or you'll fall off like the rest
[Transition]
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Ay
[Verse 3]
Look man, all you gotta do is sit down and write
Unless you scared of a fight against a guy with no fame
Yeah sure I'm a new name but for real, bars, mixing and flow
I might have just beat you at your own game
Don't get me wrong though, I don't want a war with you
Just to open some doors for you, show you how to do this right
If you lookin' for tours and expensive crews you should ask for
Some clues from the guys at the top like k-dot or 2Pac
Only difference is that they rap about things that are real
When people relate to the music it's what they want to hear
So it ain't weak to spit how you feelin' anger or fear
Cause if you've never felt those you prolly shouldn't be here
I'm runnin' outta beat now so let me be clear
Am I right? I don't know, it's only my third day out here
My view on the world could be different next year
But at least I rap about what's really goin' on here