The Neverending Mixtape, callmevince, YIAN, Wesley Rocco, szn 3K - Revelations Lyrics

Gunning and running, they listen in abundance
Crews I've wrecked hundreds, many cyphers got pummeled
Refuse to lose the battle so I slaughter them like cattle
I abuse and bruise, they scramble
Know the flow too much to handle
Attack a track remember that
Most these cats lack the knack
For rapping man these jacks be wack
And most they raps keep falling flat
Witness the vision and get this conditioned
Flow so efficient and gifted like Christmas
Bars so vicious and malicious
Go hard scarring competition
Go ballistic
So ambitious, ain't no stroke of fiction
Limit yo bitching or be lifted from your broke dimension
Spitting facts, stacking up racks
I been a mack
Ripping stats, collecting plaques
Man my team been so stacked
Dissing kids, splitting wigs
Man we get ridiculous
Perfidious, these hypocrites don't want a lyricist
Never fumble the numbers, rappers be ducking for cover
Never stumble we brothers
N.E. we running the summer
Yeah we running the summer
Hear us rumbling coming
Now I can't fumble the come up
Tryna double my commas, let go of everyone bumming
Y'all my brothas but just existing ain't giving me nothing
When I blast the speakers loud you know that we up to something
For anybody who want it
Yeah we got it speaking like a prophet no not Muhammad
Puttin on for the ones, know that I keep it a hundred
Catch me stunting when I walk in, green in my pockets
Leaning and coughing, the weed got me lost in
My coffin, when I die they better hot box it
I'm boxing, Ali in his prime, or Steve Austin
Stone cold, triple H don't fold
Pearly gates, will I reach em, I just don't know
Let's forget about it, got all the time in the world
We can contemplate our fates later, got ganja to smoke
I'm on the same shit, I've been the same way
Locked in my cave, writing stories like my namesake
But now the flame lit, get on my wavelength
Don't want the glory, I'm not in it just to claim fame
I need the music, seeping out my soul, it's therapeutic
I'm so lucid, dreaming living life so clueless
I abuse it, keeps me sane when I'ma lose it
I'm Rasputin, a little crazy but I'm goofy
Extra loopy, smoking chilling on the roof like I'm Snoopy
Eyes droopy, bit of a foodie like my name is Scooby
Underdog call me Rudy
I like an attitude but don't be snooty
I'm an unseen visionary, like Dali and Pimp C
I'm like a dignitary
We keep it pushing cause this dream is like our missionary
Yeah we know that we the shit and this is dysentery
Muddy cup bleed through
Feeling like Fantasia cause it's up when I see you
Why they can't catch up cause I'm moving in Evisu
Pockets full of honeycombs, something like the bees do
Yeah they know how we do
Always got the M's on my mind, I feel like Vegeta
My bro got the stick he gon' swing that shit like Derek Jeter
I'm waiting on my come up boy you better come and meet me
Before I'm getting too much money to see anything but greens
They walk in this bitch with the mac and the forty
I don't think they can handle it
Call me Kyrie Irving, I'm in this bitch with prime time handling
Some shit done left me scarred so much
I don't think they can bandage it
But I'm still coming up in this bitch
You can pass me the crown, I ain't coming to ask for it
Yeah, in the stars riding on asterisks
Why they try to keep up if we moving too fast and shit
Always coming first, I ain't ever seen a last
These boys really dummies, why you think they always crash

Gunning and running, they listen in abundance
Crews I've wrecked hundreds, many cyphers got pummeled
Refuse to lose the battle so I slaughter them like cattle
I abuse and bruise, they scramble
Know the flow too much to handle
Attack a track remember that
Most these cats lack the knack
For rapping man these jacks be wack
And most they raps keep falling flat
Witness the vision and get this conditioned
Flow so efficient and gifted like Christmas
Bars so vicious and malicious
Go hard scarring competition
Go ballistic
So ambitious, ain't no stroke of fiction
Limit yo bitching or be lifted from your broke dimension
Spitting facts, stacking up racks
I been a mack
Ripping stats, collecting plaques
Man my team been so stacked
Dissing kids, splitting wigs
Man we get ridiculous
Perfidious, these hypocrites don't want a lyricist
Never fumble the numbers, rappers be ducking for cover
Never stumble we brothers
N.E. we running the summer
Yeah we running the summer
Hear us rumbling coming
Now I can't fumble the come up
Tryna double my commas, let go of everyone bumming
Y'all my brothas but just existing ain't giving me nothing
When I blast the speakers loud you know that we up to something
For anybody who want it
Yeah we got it speaking like a prophet no not Muhammad
Puttin on for the ones, know that I keep it a hundred
Catch me stunting when I walk in, green in my pockets
Leaning and coughing, the weed got me lost in
My coffin, when I die they better hot box it
I'm boxing, Ali in his prime, or Steve Austin
Stone cold, triple H don't fold
Pearly gates, will I reach em, I just don't know
Let's forget about it, got all the time in the world
We can contemplate our fates later, got ganja to smoke
I'm on the same shit, I've been the same way
Locked in my cave, writing stories like my namesake
But now the flame lit, get on my wavelength
Don't want the glory, I'm not in it just to claim fame
I need the music, seeping out my soul, it's therapeutic
I'm so lucid, dreaming living life so clueless
I abuse it, keeps me sane when I'ma lose it
I'm Rasputin, a little crazy but I'm goofy
Extra loopy, smoking chilling on the roof like I'm Snoopy
Eyes droopy, bit of a foodie like my name is Scooby
Underdog call me Rudy
I like an attitude but don't be snooty
I'm an unseen visionary, like Dali and Pimp C
I'm like a dignitary
We keep it pushing cause this dream is like our missionary
Yeah we know that we the shit and this is dysentery
Muddy cup bleed through
Feeling like Fantasia cause it's up when I see you
Why they can't catch up cause I'm moving in Evisu
Pockets full of honeycombs, something like the bees do
Yeah they know how we do
Always got the M's on my mind, I feel like Vegeta
My bro got the stick he gon' swing that shit like Derek Jeter
I'm waiting on my come up boy you better come and meet me
Before I'm getting too much money to see anything but greens
They walk in this bitch with the mac and the forty
I don't think they can handle it
Call me Kyrie Irving, I'm in this bitch with prime time handling
Some shit done left me scarred so much
I don't think they can bandage it
But I'm still coming up in this bitch
You can pass me the crown, I ain't coming to ask for it
Yeah, in the stars riding on asterisks
Why they try to keep up if we moving too fast and shit
Always coming first, I ain't ever seen a last
These boys really dummies, why you think they always crash