Volume

Dick Gere, Primal Fear
One two, I’ma flip the script
Like my name is Slick Rick
But with a thick dick
Flick off the gunk
From the tank, septic
Feelin nasty like some old Nesquik
We be cleaning up you niggas with our linguistics
'Cause you niggas only got about two quick shticks
You either yellin' or singing and you can’t pick, pick, pick
'Cause I’m comin' out the cannon, but not Nick, Nick, Nick
All the brothas in the back like ayy
All the sistas in the front like ayy
And we tryna write these raps all day
But the fact is that we got nothin' to say
Yo, where the volume at?
It’s time to bring that back
Where the volume at?
Yo, where the volume at?
It’s time to bring that back
Where the volume at?
Yo, pharaoh when my chariot whip
While my dick still thicker
Than these hoes who flick Bics
Til they label gives em stickers
I don’t ghost 'em, real shit
I’m the person who is bigger
I stay killin' this shit
Til I get six figures
If you need me you can reach me on the phone
Send a text
Life’s a tight rope walk
Run from one end to the next
Work myself to death
Never sleeping, never take a rest
Then I clog my chest
Lyrics spew like smoke, now take a breath
All the brothas in the back like ayy
All the sistas in the front like ayy
And we tryna write these raps all day
But the fact is that we got nothin' to say
Yo, where the volume at?
It’s time to bring that back
Where the volume at?
Yo, where the volume at?
It’s time to bring that back
Where the volume at?
Yo, change the beat
Change the beat
Flow the beat
Speed the beat
Slow the beat
I’m so unique I cannot see
How I can be the enemy
There’s no critique, this masterpiece
I’m tongue in cheek, my verses weak
And when I speak I only see
That no one else will notice me
I’m bad at this, I got no point
My sad self-diss, I disappoint
A PT joint is rhyming on a beat
Where lyrics got no voice
Hi, my name is inadequate
An advocate for niggas who just got no fucking talent
This a challenge, took a ballot
Vote me out, there is no malice
Fair and balanced, wearing talons
Know your claws be on your phallus
Hit it then I quit it, talkin' Virgin Suicides
Gang all in the black van, going for a ride
Door won’t open, kick, kick it 'til it slides
Pull up on a motherfucker air him out the side
I’m a white boy
Making white noise
I just need a biddie wit a bit of celluloid
Got me bent outta shape, snapback, trapezoid
Fallin hard on the beat like a fuckin asteroid
Master Blaster
Hear me raw, unmastered
Pastor of the nastier
Like the walls, I’m plastered
I drop the ball
I take a knee
Bounce off the walls
Fuck do you mean?
Stay in the hall
I stay obscene
That is not all
I’m a machine