Yo

Shouts to Tom C. on the beat

This is uh

Just some fun shit that I wrote in ten minutes

[Verse 1: Atlas]

Got the bars, no question

Straight Chef Curry when I cook, No Stephen

To me, if you smart, don't worry

Don't stress it

Pigeon hole rappers never seem to get the message

That your boy been carryin'

I'm a B-A no Barium

Attack it so fast I kill him after I bury him

I'm livin' like Larry and really it's embarrassing

If they book the kid you check him out, librarian

See, Atlas never falter when he spittin' rap words so

Atlas would assault ya' if you get it backwards-Wait

Atlas; that's salta if you flip it backwards

No wonder these salty rappers gone ghost- Casper

And I don't give a fuck

Sayin' that you better is perjury

If you haven't heard of me then fuck it give me thirty weeks

Way I nip and tuck with the

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is surgery

So matter fact

Give me thirty seconds with the words I speak

[Bridge]

This is that new shit

Bring it back music

Kill the track, loose lips

Speeding past cruise ships

My alarm goin' off on snoozin'

Alarm goin' off on snoozin'

[Verse 1: Atlas]

Got the flow, don't doubt it

This is bragger rap, I turn a bump into a mountain

Watch 'em stagger back, ink spewin' like a fountain

Homie got the talent, hit me up if you scoutin' n' shit though

I don't care, this is relaxation

If bars were beers then I'm three past wasted

Got bars for years like career badge rankings

Graduated top in my class in ass-spanking, yeah

I'm the ill-est can't deny it like the Holocaust

Hit the bottle now I'm lit, that's a Molotov

I go good on everything like some hotsauce

Eatin' Hagen Das, chillin' on the promenade

Get some hot and cold

Never fit the awkward mold

Fuck it I'll be running shit first like I got the gold

Too sick, nobody can cure me like the common cold

But I think I've said enough

Gotta go

"ya"