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nerfonator - the man / young boy lyrics

part i: the man

[verse 1]
get it
pencil to the paper i am poetic
ambulance rushing and i need a medic
everybody wondering why i just said it
i guess it’s aesthetic
writing down lyrics flowing alphabetic
i set it, i pull the trigger back and watch them all get it
i dead it‚ while others are debit or credit
potato‚ potato
tomato‚ tomato
my inner man is coming out
while these others would rather debate so childish without a doubt
now slow it down for purposes
i’m environmentally green like kermit is
yeah do you even know what a hermit is?
adolescence is affirmative
have you even heard me spit?
rhythmic speech and cursive
yeah the old me that’s the young me
and the young me that’s the fun me
and i’m flipping the finger so honey
calm down this ain’t no rugby
you just have to love me
this isn’t a thug beat
hug me hip-hop, tip-top
no flip-flop like bare footed on the beach
always keeping it real for the people that i reach
knocking everybody out that i wouldn’t wanna meet
so, take a seat‚ this gon’ get nasty
leave you outta breath like failed rhinoplasty
some might say i’ve made a masterpiece
others might say it’s a tragedy
all that you really need to know is that is was made by yours truly, your highness, see?
off into another galaxy
creativity in my mind’s a fallacy
p-ssing these mumbles like i swerve in lanes and i’m running the game but ain’t t-tled: an athlete
some people might say i give off negative energy y’all are just giving me ingredients to concoct recipes
these tracks are recipes‚ now you’re getting the best of me
spit out the verse so wild like ecstasy on a destiny like
down and around
yeah we come and we go yeah it’s
down and around
yeah we come and we go yeah it’s comprehension
but i’m only gonna spit flame that your brain can’t comprehend son
mind bending
not the myth, not a legend, yeah

[verse 2]
i remember having eminem and logic to play
that kind of music i have on repeat day after day
gripping a remote control
rapping in front of a wall
and writing everyday, i couldn’t stop, now i needed to pray
that people would listen to me and actually find a way
to get out of a dark place, i don’t do it for fame
i do it cause i love it
lyrics are above the lies
it ain’t about money and women
you can’t tell me otherwise
down and around
yeah we come and we go yeah it’s
down and around
yeah we come and we go yeah it’s-
cause my introduction in this rap community
was not a nice one; wasn’t born with the immunity
haters waiting for the time to write a eulogy
i am unstoppable, the mic is my utility

[hook]
i’m the man, i’m the man, i’m the man, i’m the man
i’m the man, i’m the man, i’m the man, i’m the man
i’m the man, i’m the man, i’m the man, i’m the man
i’m the man, i’m the man, i’m the man, i’m the man
i’m the man, i’m the man, i’m the man, i’m the man
i’m the man, i’m the man, i’m the man, i’m the man
i’m the man

part ii: young boy

[verse]
i’ve been, i’ve been, i’ve been
i’ve been in the booth
lighting tracks on fire with my staggered tooth
i school the youth
and teach em how to love they parents they like oof
and i’m like ooh
it’s time you get a little education for your mind i feel divine cause i am a crustacean
write it, record it, put the creation all across the nation
spread the word on the radio station like bad radiation
woo
yeah i’m just a young boy
take it from experience
c-ck back and deploy
kick in and get lyrical
miracle for the syllable
can’t anyone understand that i am one individual
i spit flame lyricism hotter than the wildfire
might just make you ride the beat or might just make you cut the wire
can i get a woo?
i said can i get a woo?
i’m the lyricist of the generation my occupation
radio station, ain’t no patience i gotta spit the verse
i gotta step up to the mic and spit it right with no rehe-rs-
we conjure up some explicit syllables we call that a curse
these haters sleeping on the wrong side of the bed, that’s why they tread
that’s why they dread and push us to the edge like a flower bed or a hedge
you better grab the clippers
buzz ‘em down or count ‘em up
if you counting double digits you put ‘em 6 feet under pup
printing the bills but you could say i stack the trees
baking up dollars in my homemade factory
schooling the rappers in my academy
kicking mcs off the balcony and leaving the rest to gravity
teen on the rise; you full grown what a tragedy
not smoking green, sipping lean, just be glad it’s me
write down my feelings and go with the melody
even if i’m an mc i am still a g
alphabetical arrangements all up in your flame brain like cortex
write it down in another dimension like vortex
i just go with the flow, i do not force it
haven’t i said enough?, is time for somebody new?, maybe your next
i play the 10 of diamonds, don’t know what’s in your deck
don’t wanna be remembered by saying that i store checks

[refrain]
woo
yeah i’m just a young boy
take it from experience
c-ck back and deploy
kick in and get lyrical
miracle for the syllable
can’t anyone understand that i am one individual
i spit flame lyricism hotter than the wildfire
might just make you ride the beat or might just make you cut the wire
can i get a woo?
i said can i get a woo?

- nerfonator lyrics

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