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Welcome to Haphazard The man, the man of many thoughts The man of many weird, weird thoughts Haphazard (Haphazard) I hope you've set aside some time to just listen, listen (Haphazard) Listen Yuh, this is my grand entrance to anyone in attendance (Huh, yuh) Just take a second to witness a king I see the sun in the distance I feel the heat of the beam Hottest, I'm steamin' my jeans Rip like it's Bruce turnin' green Hawk verses in booth Break mics, I shatter the room Earthquake, y'all better move Duck and cover I rap like toast when it's smothered in butter Smooth like a baby, that's word to my mother I got it I'm switchin' them flows 'cause I'm so open minded I ain't got a preference but you got the flow of a peasant What that mean? (What that mean?) Lit-mited My shit is lit-mitless (Huh?), I think they might evict (Huh? Yuh) Bass rattle coins on my desk I might drop a coin on my neck Money like plants, I got drip on my ass And my wallet back pocket, so I make a profit Wavy I am (Huh?), I'm as hot the Sun (Yuh), it's apparent (Whoa) Photosynthesis, I just made a grand I got more bands than him, huh I got more hoes than pimps, yuh (Huh? Yuh) That was a joke, my friend, huh (What? Yuh) Don't make me go again (Okay, yuh!) I'm steady snappin', I always deliver the package (Yuh) Always better than the average (Huh, yuh) I hit the beat like a racket (What?) Neighbors yelling, "Cut the racket!" I can't help but just be ratchet (Huh) Run the beat (Yuh), it's outta habit (Huh?) Hol' up, niggas, I'm the baddest (Huh) Open niggas, call 'em Raditz (What?), uh, what? I'm so sick of half ass rappers Thinking they the shit, 'cause after I spit all this truth They step they ass in the booth talkin' 'bout diamonds I'm so sick of tryin', so I give up I'm just gon' talk 'bout whatever the fuck Haphazard my thought process (Uh-huh) Who is him? I'm the rawest (Huh) Who wanna fade? My nigga, he a savage I call him X-D, keep it directly Pop at your belly (Huh?), hand very steady (What?) Hol' up, slow up (Yuh) I'm finna blow up (Huh?), C-4, fuck all these people (Yuh, yuh) (Yuh) Verses, they hit like a deagle All eyes on me like the peephole Claiming you king, I'ma dethrone (Huh?) Hard as the hammer or gavel There ain't a beat I cannot tackle I got it on lock like a shackle (What? Yuh) I'll leave a bruise on a bullet I live my life to the fullest Keeping your neck where my foot is "No, not the yuttas!" I put my dick where her gut is (Yuh) Messages flooded, clout is apparent Shout-out them kids and they parents I run the beat like an errand And, I go ham, Toucan Sam Fly like a birdie, bow and a curtsy (Huh? Whoa) Put on a show, get a standin' ovation (Yeah, yeah) It's nothin' but work, I ain't takin' vacation My foot on the pedal (Okay, yuh), ain't stop at the station for gas (Okay, uh) Middle finger to the niggas I passed (Okay, yuh) (Huh, yuh, hol' up, huh) Hol' up, lemme rest my voice I pick words like a stack of toys I get head like a bag of coins I cash out at the burger store, but get green like a herbivore (Yuh, yuh) I hit my dance (Okay, yuh) I show my love to my fans (Okay, huh) I gave away all my Vans (Okay, yuh, okay, what?) I nearly spent me a bands (Okay, yuh, huh) Tooting my horn, I'm so gracious (What? Huh) I scoop the money like waitress (What? Huh, yuh) All of this started from basement (Huh, yuh) Wait, a garage You've seen me fail? (Huh, yuh) That's a mirage Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) Fire breathin', fumin', don't assume I'm human Check the empty ruins Distant gala- ooh, my... Haphazard