chris webby - mission statement lyrics
yeah, webster
see i’ve been quiet for a minute, now these b-tches
think that i lost my sound
everybody chill, i’ve been getting my business off the
ground
finally successful, but to you that means i sold out?
well f-ck it so let’s remind these people that there’s
really no doubt
webby’s still the beast that he’s always been, and i
rap hard
so check my wifi signal yo, i still got mad bars
whippin’ like it’s nascar, still no one can touch me
all you pound puppies never stepping to a husky
repping for connecticut, stomping on you midgets
smoking weed, taking pills, f-ck it where the whipits?
no one can ever do it like i did it
spit so big you gotta right click it, scroll down and
zip it
i’m santa claus’s misfit rolling with a thick b-tch
rappers out here ollieing, me i triple kick flip
murder any beat and leave the listeners to witness
jason statham ever scared to put my name up on his h-t
list
i watch these record labels all -ssemble the full
rise terrible rappers whose skill levels is
questionable
they have a hit single or two and disappear into
obscurity
me? i paid my dues that’s why these motherf-ckers heard
of me
haters getting madder now, wishing i would beat it
all because i f-cked they girl on the top of my tempur-
pedic
sprinke sugar on the bible- sweet jesus
punchline pros leaving rappers with they teeth chipped
webby been a genius, like i told ’em previous
usuain bolt on the track can’t compete with this
the state of hip hop now is straight tragic
turn the radio on, what do you know- some more wack
sh-t
except for a select few, because if your nice, then
your nice
salute, i respect you
cause half of these cats raping these days are from a
test tube
a puppet to the label that they’re soon to be in debt
to
me? i’m f-cking meant for this
downloaded and rendered it
really in the game now, i’m through with my apprentice
sh-t
kids these days don’t even listen to the sentences
they b-mping gucci but don’t know who jimi hendrix is
cranking drake songs while they’re cruising in their
mom’s jeep
but never heard of big l, rakim, or mobb deep (f-ck
that)
that’s why i’m here to spit crack
kids blowing up without paying homage to the legends, i
ain’t with that
this sh-t is crazy man, it’s depressing really
the game is smoke & mirrors never let deception get me
i keep my guard up so if they come and step to chris
these wannabe rappers about to get ate like it’s 7:50
n-bodies diss me? f-ck so what?
they just want me to use their name so that their buzz
goes up
so keep yapping it, pretending we got personal beef
like i’m gonna lose sleep? sh-t i never even heard of
you b
we took some big and some pac and mixed it up in a pot
and eminem is what we got so is it really a shock
that another caucasian rapper sticks out of the flock
that’s got the lyrical capacity to level a block
i’m still chilling playing nintendo
faded off the benzos
f-cking these hoes, you just stuck up in the friend-
zone
your girl texting me, ending with an xo
f-ck your emojis, let me see them br–sts yo
i’m lou ferrigno, about to hulk smash this
webby the pick of the letter like digging for cat sh-t
trying be a rapper now a days is on some fad sh-t
youngins’ getting tatted hopin’ they’ll be in them mad
kicks
thinking all you have to do is learn a couple rap
tricks
buy some snapbacks and mad kicks to get your swag sick
make a youtube account, vuala that’s it
the next big thing overnight like magic
but katniss only the strong survive here
listen dear, like the hunger games every single year
people rise to the occasion or they fumble it’s clear
the only guarantee is that you’ll see the death of a
some careers
been on my underdog sh-t for awhile
no more white kids popping up jocking my style
then i’m still unsigned
staying hungry on the grind
now i’ve been rapping along with the fans i gotta been
alive now
lie down cuz i’ll be coming for you if you steppin to
me
it’s my time now
you cannot interfere with this sh-t it was destined to
be
reppin’ the c.t. new england sh-t
tri- state too we bring it b-tch
stuck within this game when most people would rather
sing than spit
can you believe this sh-t? the game is f-cked man
cause all these people only in it for the buck man
another mixtape, all are free
because when webby’s in the booth you know it’s bars on
me
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