Lyrics:

Verse:
Came in the game with no gimmicks.
Y’all sketch out the scene, this the whole image.
We ain’t on the same team, cause I’m prolific.
I’ll out-rap your career in a whole minute.
I ain’t timid, I’m so livid,
I’ll buy a you a ticket, 
So you can visit the sky,
See that there’s no limit.
Fuck all the critics, I’ll bounce back, that’s just physics.
If I’m getting specific, this ain’t a scrimmage,
This the fucking Olympics.
Let’s get down to business.

You could never top me on my worst day,
How dare you talk about my word play.
Cause my word don’t play, it’ll spray that K,
Like ring toss, and it’s carnival day.
Guess what, that’s right, you the Bozo,
Spent your money on some hoes bro,
Kinda funny, you the clown with your bow ties,
But my pockets looking bigger cause I’m penny wise.
And I ain’t wanna fight.

I just wanna prove that I’m right like a wife,
But it’s a waste of time, finding unknowns like the meaning of life,
Or what’s right or wrong, or what’s going on,
It’s all coming back like karma.
Give me some peace like Dalai Lama.
I miss the drama, the play just ended.
Hope it turns out, the way I dreamt it.
And if I said fuck you, promise I’ll come back the same way I meant it.

And if I said I meant it, then take my word for it.
This shit ain’t easy you gotta work for it.
And if I get a bad score on Pitchfork,
Best believe I’m bringing torches.
My throat is scorching.
Flames, I bring the pain, like windows, catch the tempo, any way the wind blows.
Cloudin my vision with your menthols.
Heebie-jeebies, Stayin’ Alive like The Bee Gees.
They say I’m the bees knees.
I’m the fucking genie, one wish, more power.

I’m the beat devourer, bite your shit and then I sleep for hours.
You’s a coward
I’m full throttle, you a baby bottle, POP!
Lock this shit, I got it in the bag.
I ain’t feelin bad, I’m feeling dope,
Like Dre and Snoop up in Interscope.
Y’all like “HOLY SHIT!” might needa call the Pope,
Everybody quittin’, Tarantino, I’m Travolta on that Pulp,
Fiction, cause all these motherfuckers fake.
Only so much of this bullshit I can take.

Y’all got on the plane, everybody trippin’.
Y’all just Lil Tay, a big star that’s forgotten in a minute.
I’m a big star, I’m the motherfucking sun!
Open the door, like what you motherfuckers want!
Momma told me not to flaunt it once I got it,
Cause before I ever had it I was eating that free lunch.
Aw man, goddamn, put my head in a noose,
Killed myself back in 94’, my spirit’s loose.

They might need to call the Ghostbusters.
Turning on the radio, “I’m better than those fuckers”.
And the homies gave me the thumbs up, I’m a road trucker.
A boy with no lover, but it’s fine cause someone like me there’s no other.
Less we talking bout yo mother, woah bro easy does it.
Fuck you, I’m cooking this shit up like Easy Bake Ovens.
My shit is knocking like dominoes, vámonos, the pizzas at the door.
My flow making you gasp, like poisonous gas, it’s a World War.

Can’t wait for world tours.
Oh now you want war.
White flag, the world pause.
This art like Warhol.
I’m on the hall of fame with this rap shit.
Punchlines, I beat beats like catch this,
Tried to box me out like Pacquiao but I’m Cassius.
It should be a damn crime that I can rap like this.
If so this my first, third, not my last offense
Now they waitin on me, I got all these bitches tense.
It’s like...

Outro:
Y’all don’t know shit about venom,
Y’all don’t know shit about venom,
You won’t even last an hour,
Cause y’all don’t know shit about venom.
Y’all don’t know shit about venom,
Y’all don’t know shit about venom,
You won’t even last an hour,
Cause y’all don’t know shit about venom.

NO GIMMICKS - Single

NO GIMMICKS

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