G-therz, DJ Const - Radio Exclusive [Outro] Lyrics

It's DJ Const
Yo this is DJ Const
Make sure you keep it locked
Crank that volume 'cause we got that new G-therz exclusive cut
Check it out
Stay humble asshole, but I still brag bro
You on the track slow and this a fast road
I make it phat though, now make it clap ho
How did that go, bring it back yo
Bring it back, future king of rap, I don’t sing on tracks
I extinguish wack shit, why would you think I’m bad?
This is your training day, I’m the new Denzel
This ain’t Microsoft Office but I do excel
It’s the heavy artillery, the rest of y’all are squirt guns
Don’t ask for freebies 'cause most of y’all deserve none
Circling around y’all, to all ya squares it’s on
'Cause Imma bomb on this track like the Boston Marathon
So why try my mind that runs ideas simultaneous?
No matter what time of day it is, I never rhyme the laziest
I don’t believe your fake words, plus Rye’s an atheist
Gotten cocky, kamikaze, fly ‘till I die with craziness
Always been the craziest, thoughts are instantaneous
I’m like a Giant with the championship ball against them Patriots
You better not bring up that bullshit you’re about to think of
Wiping out bad lyricists like they’re the Incas

It's DJ Const
Yo this is DJ Const
Make sure you keep it locked
Crank that volume 'cause we got that new G-therz exclusive cut
Check it out
Stay humble asshole, but I still brag bro
You on the track slow and this a fast road
I make it phat though, now make it clap ho
How did that go, bring it back yo
Bring it back, future king of rap, I don’t sing on tracks
I extinguish wack shit, why would you think I’m bad?
This is your training day, I’m the new Denzel
This ain’t Microsoft Office but I do excel
It’s the heavy artillery, the rest of y’all are squirt guns
Don’t ask for freebies 'cause most of y’all deserve none
Circling around y’all, to all ya squares it’s on
'Cause Imma bomb on this track like the Boston Marathon
So why try my mind that runs ideas simultaneous?
No matter what time of day it is, I never rhyme the laziest
I don’t believe your fake words, plus Rye’s an atheist
Gotten cocky, kamikaze, fly ‘till I die with craziness
Always been the craziest, thoughts are instantaneous
I’m like a Giant with the championship ball against them Patriots
You better not bring up that bullshit you’re about to think of
Wiping out bad lyricists like they’re the Incas