Unkle Samm - Barz Lyrics

I can't hear it in my headphones
Where's my piano?
Oh there it is
Whether you got stank in ya blunt, purp in ya cup
Competition yeah I'm murkin' it up
They swerve and they duck 'cause I learn to not budge
On the next level yeah I'm turnin' it up
I'm burnin' you bums, that's talkin' trash
Puttin' me down that's got me mad
Y'all tuned in, and I'm the last episode so it's like y'all watchin' M*A*S*H
Man, it's like y'all testin' me, problem is I'm the best in the league
Nocturnal, no rest in me
Even got my own degree in RTV
So let the record see the power vested in me
Y'all want me like y'all on ecstasy
Outta this galaxy, y'all not next to me
But if Samm sung I be the next big thing
Yeah, man you know I'm wilin'
Bringin' chaos to silence
Reppin' that A-Town' finest
I'm a plus, you're a minus
'Cause you're a lame and I am strivin'
I do this without even tryin'
And with girls, they ain't buyin'
I say the wrong thing like textin' while drivin'
Yeah, don't dispute my flow kid
I'll make you puke and cold sick
And I know I'm not bringin' down the band
But y'all must know I distribute dopeness
Don't try to boast and rhyme, but y'all know my flow is tight
And they be wantin' Unkle Samm like the last drink after closin' time
See my writtens meticulous, who's the bickerin' livid kid
While the pitcher is emptyin' and the liquid is sittin' it
He fidgets and quiverin' while he widdles and witherin'
To a shy guy cause these riddles have riddled him
It's an enigma try and pick your answers
Terminal flow like ya live with cancer
Blockin' haters sick of the banter
Blowin' up kids call me Rick Morantis
Rip this cold beat from my lips it's so neat
Haters quit insulting when I spit this whole thing
And fans can't seem to put their arms down like Randy in a Christmas Story
Y'all got the nerve to laugh at my tracks?
Wanna bust my music? Grab an ice pack
I'll only ask once you best take that right back
Cause I hold my own weight like a gastric bypass
Hatin' on me ya need Jesus son
Can't beat me up I got fire call me Heats R Us
Suck it I'ma teach y'all one
Y'all rough around the edges like a Reese's cup
Now I got girls doin' the Booty Do
To a cold beat that I made in Fruity Loops
Naturally, these dames feelin' Unk
Go hard in the paint like a Blake Griffin dunk
My name be Unkle Samm so you know who is spittin' the track
Like the home team hittin' homeruns, y'all aint gettin' it back
Like kids on Christmas mornin' you know that I am rippin' the raps
Finally graduated but this right here is the victory lap
BEAST!

I can't hear it in my headphones
Where's my piano?
Oh there it is
Whether you got stank in ya blunt, purp in ya cup
Competition yeah I'm murkin' it up
They swerve and they duck 'cause I learn to not budge
On the next level yeah I'm turnin' it up
I'm burnin' you bums, that's talkin' trash
Puttin' me down that's got me mad
Y'all tuned in, and I'm the last episode so it's like y'all watchin' M*A*S*H
Man, it's like y'all testin' me, problem is I'm the best in the league
Nocturnal, no rest in me
Even got my own degree in RTV
So let the record see the power vested in me
Y'all want me like y'all on ecstasy
Outta this galaxy, y'all not next to me
But if Samm sung I be the next big thing
Yeah, man you know I'm wilin'
Bringin' chaos to silence
Reppin' that A-Town' finest
I'm a plus, you're a minus
'Cause you're a lame and I am strivin'
I do this without even tryin'
And with girls, they ain't buyin'
I say the wrong thing like textin' while drivin'
Yeah, don't dispute my flow kid
I'll make you puke and cold sick
And I know I'm not bringin' down the band
But y'all must know I distribute dopeness
Don't try to boast and rhyme, but y'all know my flow is tight
And they be wantin' Unkle Samm like the last drink after closin' time
See my writtens meticulous, who's the bickerin' livid kid
While the pitcher is emptyin' and the liquid is sittin' it
He fidgets and quiverin' while he widdles and witherin'
To a shy guy cause these riddles have riddled him
It's an enigma try and pick your answers
Terminal flow like ya live with cancer
Blockin' haters sick of the banter
Blowin' up kids call me Rick Morantis
Rip this cold beat from my lips it's so neat
Haters quit insulting when I spit this whole thing
And fans can't seem to put their arms down like Randy in a Christmas Story
Y'all got the nerve to laugh at my tracks?
Wanna bust my music? Grab an ice pack
I'll only ask once you best take that right back
Cause I hold my own weight like a gastric bypass
Hatin' on me ya need Jesus son
Can't beat me up I got fire call me Heats R Us
Suck it I'ma teach y'all one
Y'all rough around the edges like a Reese's cup
Now I got girls doin' the Booty Do
To a cold beat that I made in Fruity Loops
Naturally, these dames feelin' Unk
Go hard in the paint like a Blake Griffin dunk
My name be Unkle Samm so you know who is spittin' the track
Like the home team hittin' homeruns, y'all aint gettin' it back
Like kids on Christmas mornin' you know that I am rippin' the raps
Finally graduated but this right here is the victory lap
BEAST!