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Upchurch × Adam Calhoun
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Aye, Cal?!
Church!
I'm reactivated, epidermis, steel plated
I'm so fuckin' bulletproof, the .308 just 808 me
Last hater like, "Damn, he ate me"
Well, you sit right on my plate, B
And lately my appetite been bottomless, just like a skank, see?
No ass at all, lyrically fill a beat
Fuck it up, nut skeet
Live it up, for the night, wake up, repeat
Three times in a row, upload i-Tunes, brand new EP
Yeah, I'm a prototype, but don't accept the left swipes
So don't be tender, if you get sniped at the stroke of midnight
I'm weird, a little bit, still infamous, still killin' it, no Ritalin
Addicted to pickin' apart rap parts
Thick bars, and difficult synonyms
I paid 15.99 for two quarters
That's how I found "Many Men", no homo
Relax I'm talkin' 'bout Curtis Jackson, you lil shits
Many men, shit, there ain't many left
You see how these men dress?
They wearin' women's dresses
What's next? I'm over here stressin'
It's fucked up, what's the message?
Runnin' laps around you motherfuckers, and I ain't even sweatin'
I ain't talkin' shit, I'm flexin,'
Don't be talkin' shit, all reckless
I take these rapper's souls
And I wear it like a necklace
How'd we get the gold?
It ain't never come from luck
I ain't never give a shit
You think I'll ever give a fuck?
If I ever gave a fuck, give it back you shouldn't have it, yeah
I'm an Indian giver, don't make me come and scalp your head
I got war paint on my ding-ding
I rip-rap, and I sing-sing
Just send me to the CMA's, I'll piss off who is winning
They ain't winnin' shit, we takin' it
Like Kanye West, did Taylor Swift
I pray that this whole industry goes belly up, and takes a shit
We makin' it regardless, honest, all I hear is garbage
I'm just over here throwin' gas, tryin' to get shit started
Flame retardant, we stay marchin', with them lethal pencils on us
Throwing hyphens and commas, puncturing hip-hop art's arteries
Murderous words, a part of me, but my heart still won't change a beat
Born with a murmur, preacher man, and A-Cal, holy shit!
Yeah! We load the clip!
Yeah! We don't miss!
I ain't tryin' to hear you bitch
You can't eat, where we sit
Made our way through the rain and the sleet
Get in our way, you can lay in the street
What you hear right now is greatness
Take this, turn the volume up on the beat
Crank up the heat, until the flames, I see
Sippin' supernovas, out of my canteen
I'm liberatin' my paved place,
But I'm not a star on Hollywood streets
Not at all fair, y'all get beat
Talk that shit, but never gon' speak
If you see me, in person
Your whole family goin' to church, man
I am, too, fam, I ain't a goat, nope, more of a taurus
I don't take breaks, I paddle foot it
What I mean by that is, I floor it
I roll more stoned, than a hater does
So, technically, I'm a florist
Dug two graves, once upon a time
Still, ain't dead, so fuck 'em
And I might die tonight
But if I do, I'ma be okay
And if I die tonight
Least I stood by the stuff I said
And I might die tonight
But if I do, I'ma be okay
And if I die tonight
Least I stood by the stuff I said