Whatever You Want featuring The Quincinator

Some of my best work today. Very freestyle.

Welcome to this reeealm. Pardon me, I'm eatin niggas. 
Famished incessantly. It's part of me, I'm beastin' nigga. 

Struck from a height that defies being mortal. 
Every beat I sight? I treat it like a morsel. 

Sittin' on the portal, unbuttoned and my hanky thrown. 
Gettin rid of shit that kept me sick and left you waitin long. 

Take tones from bitches, prolley wipe my ass wit it. 
Chapman like a cracker. Broke em down and mastered women. 

After grinnin savage pimpin weak witcha tell tucked.
I'm smerkish. Every bitch that's down is gettin helled up. 

REEE-pelled love at all costs. . . I'm a cheapskate. 
Wouldn't take the bitch from collection in a sweepstake.

Every bitch I loved, I foiled wit trap doors.  
During my achievements, you really coulda clapped more. 

Pack yours for nothin. What's yours is mine. 
What's mine is mine. Why you playin all the time. Beezy. 


Hook: 

What's yours is mine. 
What's mine is mine. Why you playin all the time? 

Packed yours quit frontin. What's yours is mine. 
What's mine is mine. Why you playin all the time? Beezy.

What's yours is mine. 
What's mine is mine. Why you playin all the time? Beezy.

What's yours is mine. 
What's mine is mine. Why you playin all the time? Beezy.


Verse 2:

I fired on the bitch, She fuckin wit my melody.
I settle things, my gangster pedigree won't let her heckle me. 

Triathlete pedaling. You ain't fit for medaling. 
Impressively. I'ma box you out wit my complexity. 

Po her out the bowl of mix. Squish her witta rollin pin.
Took her life points, she was goin through my phone again. 

This zone I'm in. . . Niggas fleain cause I'm on the bitch. 
The cowardice. . . All these suckahz weepin cause I'm pokin it. 

The Big Bad Baby Mamas comin to town. 
Real BAY CAT. . . I'll turn her upside down. 

Let oils and coils hit the ground wit my spoils. 
I hate to burst a bubble but the bitch is a boil. 

Can't handle what's royal? Baby leave it alone. 
Immersed the broad in game til my breathin was gone. 

And now I'm drownin her out. Whats yours is kids. 
What's mine is mine, let me catch you on my line. Beezy. 


Hook:

What's yours is kids. 
What's mine is mine, let me catch you on my line. 

I'm clownin her now. What's yours is kids. 
What's mine is mine. Why you playin all the time? Beezy.

What's yours is kids. 
What's mine is mine, let me catch you on my line. Beezy. 

What's yours is kids. 
What's mine is mine, let me catch you on my line. Beezy. 
#Chapman

Act Write

Beezy prod. Franky M

Verse 1:

Suede cap, laid back. Never finna change that.
Leave it to a single mother, always tryna blame rap. 

Aim, blap. Lame facts, ain't finna tame that. 
Same Chap, bitches really thought they could contain that. 

I shame slap, fake cats. Pace em til they shake scat.
Bars solitaire, I'ma show em where the ace at. 

You late hats twisted. Bills perpendicular. 
Every single rhyme should be stored in something cylinder. 

It's sinister, I dualshock. Dip me in the cool pot. 
What's playin' on the station is finna get ya dude popped. 

You not, G-O. Leave Dough for me hoe.
Leant back for free throws so she could get her cheeks blowed. 

Me, no-nonsense. Reachin' for ya conscience. 
Leave wit my culture and I'm breathing on ya continent. 

Ya contents lazy, nothin' that could save me. 
Foot on the salary cap, come try to raise me. 

Shits gettin' bladey. So bitches gettin' shady. 
I'm smerkish, I'll push shit straight to phase 3. 

Contingency is useless. Leave a nigga shoeless. 
A sharpie to ya blueprint will leave a nigga roofless.

Hoofless, I will move a moose for ya head. 
I'm ruthless, I been gettin' tooth fairy bread. 

A too scary Ed might talk too much. 
Suede capped lawyer so I never lost too much. 

Verse 2: 

I'm like a 3 point bucket in the cutlass how I zoom round.
Suede cap glued down, anxious in my mood now.  

It's too loud ooch ouuu. I'ma need a new crowd.
I ain't blowin' smoke, I'ma really show you dudes how. 

The souffle is baked, flambeed mixtapes.
An apron in the day, after hours it's a pimp cape.

A ruler get his shit straight, and balance on the square. 
Knuckles airbourne, the Dosage catch you anywhere. 

Any pair of twos ya crews wit a lose.
Come one, come all, get bruised wit a nuke. 

You choose one ya doomed. Choose 2 get groomed.
Fools get dusted when sized up and broomed. 

Tuned in get pruned. Get bitch hooked and swooned.
Spooned into poon, wit food in my room.

Clued in on the moon, I'm never tide down. 
Includin' when I married, bruh I never piped down. 

From stifled to the ground to a spiced up smile. 
I was a mad scientist wit the spiked up vial. 

Most styles is mild so protect yo pile. 
Beguiled for files that ain't worth my while. 

Fans drowned, indoubt til I unleash these hounds. 
Pen like civil writes that held down the browns. 

Get nailed down and found, you ain't never comin' back. 
This flurry of attacks coulda withered down a big cat. 

Bitch niggas inch back, I ain't givin' shit back. 
I be on this mic like shaqs on a clearance rack. 

Picture that, gettin' boxed out the frame. 
By a nigga that's insane, wit his age in his name.

The game in the title, and snitches really hate that. 
A mack pay it forward wit the knowledge in his suede cap.

Suede Cap

I don't know what you thinkin bout. . . think it out. 
Chapman is the Dosage, I'll bring it out. 

I swing without. . . I'm on autopilot. 
No false courage worth monetizin'. 

A stand up niggas gone stand up nigga. 
I can't get caught cause I am that nigga. 

It's sucka nigga season, facades is out.  
I ain't really need a reason, I'm blowin it down. 

Bitch niggas wheezin, I'm airin it out.
Gotta wave in ya cap, but I'm tearin it out. 

Stared em down. . . Like a centerfold. 
I ain't never asked a nigga if he ready to roll. 

Cause I'm on the ball. . . Bitches lovin it. 
Lames hot as coffee, they muggin it. 

I'm a rugged pimp. . . You need a membership.
Ask Saint G what he sayin to wimps.



Sooo what you thinkin bout, you wanna reassess.
The Dosage ain't Chapman, you'll leave wit less.

Relievin' stress. . . Leave breathin less. 
I know a seamstress, you could bleed in vests. 

You believe in less?. . . I'ma swarm a nigga. 
The Dosage is God. . . I warned you nigga. 

Warm a nigga up like the Sun would do.
Have the blind lookin like what he done to you. 

What you under do, I exemplify.
Eyes actualize, you get hypnotized.

Spent from tries, I ain't practice yet.
Livin life, I came after death. 

I love the game. . . but it's underplayed.
I love the change. . . but I love the same. 

You blade niggas. . . Need memberships.
Don't make Saint G say it again.

Members Only feat. S.a.i.n.t. G.

Told Saint G, you caught me in a bad mood.
Act rude, I'm that dude, the bitch will catch attitude. 

Magnified aptitude for sending bitches after moons.
Perfected at this magnitude, don't worry bout what Chapman do.

Ain't askin you to nothin. the blappin ain't for huntin.
So when you see me actin up, remember I ain't stuntin. 

Just a product of the bluffin. Result of the weary folk. 
Contagions is spiritual, so its time to heal my soul. 

Leary though, I know these suckas itchin to breath.
If I did it in the streets, you ain't hear it from me. 

An that's old school. Mind's ridden by these cold rules.
Could million man march, but don't believe me if I told you. 

A bold fool is nervous. Sweatin in the curtains.
Devoured by his demons, polished on the surface. 

I'm just like Curtis, but I ain't finna snuff you.
It's me myself and I. Love me or love who?

Contagions prod. S.a.i.n.t. G.

Word play, my words won't stay where I place em. 
First day, yelpers on the way, tryna taste em.

Takin em on, in the same sense offin' em. 
Scarfin' em, bars too cold ain't no stoppin him.

Proppin' punks up for the photo finish victory. 
I hickory smoke em. Keeps the flavor interesting. 

You're entering a realm where I can't be thwarted. 
Voldemort vest, so I can't be sworded. 

If you happen to melt me? Don't run for your life.
Freudian can't stop me from slippin' ya wife.

Something imported, to kick it with a gorgeous.
Figure, warmer than a window in the morning. 

Scorchin' every seat just to see who can take it. 
Swimmin' wit me, every bark leaves shakin'. 

It's sacred, amazin'. Captains wanna save it. 
I'm Chapman, the accent make beats get naked.

Call me Joe Dirt, I'ma hit you where the choir hurts.
Sparklin' snakes, time to show you how the fireworks.

Tire lurks, tire skirts, never be alerted.
Little spoon niggas get wired and deserted. 

I'm cursive, the worsest. Heard it in my verses. 
All over the place, like funerals and hearses. 

Curses, soons he hit the mic he give it whiplash. 
Snidely, grab a waist and never give a bitch back. 

Haters only wish that, I don't get to splish splash.
Been had gills, but niggas never get that.

Drownin' since the Kit Kat, split that. Vicious.
Dorks can't cut what I carve, wit scissors.

That's mister. The legend. Rare like patience. 
Anxious, never. Lessons deemed ancient.  

Bitch ass niggas, legs end shaven. 
For playin', The Dosage ain't a game start prayin'. 


Hook:
Keep waitin. . .  Keep waitin. . .
Keep waitin. . .  Just keep waitin. . .

Waitin' prod. Be Franky

I don't right wrongs, I just jump in the seat.
Leavin' no victims left, yall ain't comin' wit me.

Give her nothin' to think. Taught her love is a dream. 
Baby swear she in it, but she always asleep.

She gone get the snake that got the worm so I can eat. 
Me not we. . . Ain't no community feast. 

Through the wire like Kanye, where snitches wanna find me. 
Chapman prolific. . . A beast not a primate. 

Ghouls wanna sign me, but I'ma need the integers.
I bring the finisher, it's like a whiff of vinegar. 

Dorks think they hongry, I'ma feed em like a visitor. 
You leavin' wit homie, ain't no visit wit the minister. 

Slippin' shouldered static. Tote the magic apparatus. 
The Dosage been molded, actually the baddest. 

If it's Spanish I'ma vanish. You high I'm finna land it. 
Quick Sanded, they can't stand it. it's gone go just how I planned it. - Chapman

Third Eye prod. S.a.i.n.t. G.

Just to get it started. The Sun can't be carded. 
Chapman on a beat like sugar to retardeds.

Dread head parted. Red is what you sea. 
The livelihood you blue in opposition of me. 

Hands upward in speed, swattin' a flea. 
I enlist a pen, you need a doctor at least.

You playin' soccer wit teeth, if you bother the D. 
Say it slow-ly, I'm the father in cheeks.

Earned a Oscar in feats, made my fami-ly proud. 
Reasons when you ruined, it's insanity now? 

Independent of reflections when a nigga was down. 
Syd-ney Poitier when addressing the crowd.

Deflection is loud, so I'm embracing the melody. 
Lower road? Highway to catchin' a felony.

The Dosage especially, melancholy and doomed. 
Product of my union. She gone drown in it too. 

Bow in and shoot, now a figure of peace? 
Apologetic but creative, man you bitches unique.

Pictured him weak. All about the tradition. 
Well, avoided it. Different visions transitioned. 

Wheels spinnin' for energy, ignitin' the mind. 
Unkind to kinds only peekin' through blinds. 

To signs I never yield. Drafted my own field. 
To disseminate game via highlight reel. 

In hindsight, real. . . Honestly chime. 
What I hide might feel, highly sublime.

What I hide might feel, highly sublime. (Fade out)

Chapman / The Dosage