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Uh- yeah I'm raising up a riot Anxiously been waiting, I've been patient, I've been quiet Now it's time to break the silence As we take this series way beyond the pilot Feeling like David an I'm aiming at Goliath Any weight class, any damn one, any fake ass Wanna be rapmaster smashed in my cage match Stick a fork in 'em, like a haystack Butane gas and match to make a flame catch Burn 'em all down to ash, like a pound of hash 'til I get a brain lapse Yeah they know I started from the bottom where the flounders at Now I'm a shark, all you fishies will be down to hatch I'm eating anybody, everybody on the food chain below me So come and see, I produce pain Rich motherfucker feeling like I'm Bruce Wayne Yeah I got the juice, I'mma prolly leave a few stains Liu Kang with the dragon made of fire Fatality any fighter who be thinking that they're nicer I got the eye of the tiger, the rowdiest kinda writer Who be stacking all this dough Like Moderna, Johnson-Johnson and Pfizer But what I'm pushing doesn't come with side effects Other than banging your head to the beat, til you break your neck Yeah I write hot bars, write/right hooks and write checks And your tombstone's what I write next Motherfucker tell 'em Letras de canciones The whole word is my playground Gotta give 'em a show-ow (oh) And if you're get in my way now I'mma make 'em [?] (oh) I got fuel in my gas tank Never run low-ow (oh) And once I get my hands on this shit I'mma I'mma never let go-oh (oh) Woah let me get my hands on it and ramble some shit quick So the fans will click and like and reshare the clips So analytically They can see I'm the man with this I'll [?] rip and tear, til I make it trough From the underground scene to the paperview Peekaboo all of you better take a few steps back, a head's cracked Say I'm crazy? true We know [?] since way back, the facts the facts are back, relax Maybe go and grab a snack As I get the microphone and spit a savage rap Blow the world up and bask in the aftermath Yeah the price going up, like it's after tax My capital gain range as I amass a cash No matter, anyway you're looking at it as I'm big buck hunter, hitting racks on racks Got a crib full of arcade games and clusters Shit is looking like I'm living in a Dave & Buster's Centipede, Pacman, Rampage, MK, wanna play? Then I [?] and bring the thunder But I've heard some of these artists complaining About how these streaming services suck and they're barely paying I guess them and their labels got a different arrangement Staying independent's paying off, ain't it? Tell 'em like The whole word is my playground Gotta give 'em a show-ow (oh) And if you're get in my way now I'mma make 'em [?] (oh) I got fuel in my gas tank Never run low-ow (oh) And once I get my hands on this shit I'mma I'mma never let go-oh (oh) From Letras Mania