roqy tyraid – mc4real lyrics
easy yeah, i mc 4 real
make it look easy, yeah
tyraid
make it look easy, yeah, i mc 4 real (x2)
make it look easy, yeah, i mc
some of yall ask why i’m aloof; n-gga done sacrificed his youth/
for pitiful traction i accrued; i really don’t have a lot to lose/
cynical -ssh0l-, i’ve been groomed; if you want static, find a fuse/
shuffle on the rug and touch balloons; cus we ain’t gon pacify the feud/
cookies or caskets, time to choose; i can be your rap messiah, true/
i’d rather be metastasizing tumors; i’m medical malpractice timed to music/
metaphor for my grind is crude; “orenthal in a high pursuit”/
f-ck “a leg up”, i’m two entire shoes/
i’m allen i. and you tyrone lue, you should retire soon/
top five, who would dylan choose?/
yall high if you thought i’d loose; too much slime, you a bottle shy of being ivan ooze/
wifi redeye flights; my childhood idol sells clothes that are geared towards broke, white jedi knights/
you couldn’t tell me sh-t since 5’9 said i’m nice/
outside him em, red, elzhi & thought, i don’t admire many; my style is proprietary/
i’ll drag your lazy -ssess round the stage like mariah carey/
couldn’t make a n-gga look bad if your response was shot by tyler perry/
b roll: fake d boys, choppas plenty; you either droppin dime, or you’re after emmys/
you ain’t mafia, my dude, you hollywood saditty/
you ain’t hoppin out to shoot you hoppin out to shiggy/
i bring dhaslim in the booth, tell sloth i’m in the city/
i’m in tottenham with your boo, eatin falafels at a chippy. n-gga./
every bar get a replay. like “rah! what did he say?”/
it ain’t that hard marketing me, bae/
aim for the grime kids, target the dj’s/
labels fugazy, i can’t think straight. they wanna put my soul on paper like eastbay/
f-ck celebrity, i got integrity like bbk’s in my cdj/
i’m an athlete, pick a track and i’ll smash the beat it don’t matter to me/
i like grime beats, boombap beats, trap beats, zazie beetz/
music industry black elite who pose pseudo-politically active tweets/
soon as it threaten their bags, they fold, invoke the spirit of happy feet/
“tap dancin, mantannin/
self-degratin to protect your place in this echo chamber” ‘s method’s dangerous/
they say success can change ya, i’m a f-ckin workhorse an equisapien/
it would behoove boots to do a sequel/
the top is lonely but the view is regal/
you don’t “roll with the dons”, they callin you gr-ss, mandem ain’t your people/
i’m a; indie rapper in economy cars, but my flex game is lethal [pow!]/
n-ggas wanna chat sh-t, think i’m p-ssy, get catfished/
if you hear [dj armz jet sound] all over their track, they stole that bullsh-t off datpiff, ah!!/
battle rappers play too many shooter games/
all my styles are off the top and tighter than a julie adenuga fade/
bucketlist that interview and tell promoters that my rider comes with bare necessities, i’m doin my baloo guy thing/
movin through the uk, watch how i maneuver lanes/
make it look easy yeah, i mc 4 real (x3)
gimme that p (uh), really don’t need that deal/
gimme that p forreal, really don’t need your deal/
make it look easy yeah, i mc 4 real (x2)
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