Get 'em, Gradient!

[Verse 1:]

Evidently he got the hardest beats

Come to find out I got the dopest bars

Evidently he got the dopest beats

It just so happens I got the hardest bars

So what the fuck that mean? We raw

It don’t matter what we brought

They know what the fuck we on

Motown soul or a slow-roller

To hit like Hulk Hogan, but if you want

I could be a soldier, go put me on a poster

I'm livin ‘like I'm ‘posed to, but nope, I cannot

Back down when I’m on a track now

Doin' it for Track Town, rappin' laps around y 'all

Lemme be sincere

The puzzle be missing many pieces here

Steady frontin' like you runnin' from somethin'

So did you get to focus on your own needs this year?

I'm the one the whole species fear

It never smells like feces near

Cuz I shit gold nuggets and I got a few leprechauns

Pickin’ up all the pieces here

Practice like AI (AI!)

Design like KI (KI!)

Your set just cleared the room

So I’mma grab the mic and say “May I?”

I don't even care what the song is about

Don’t even listen to what I'm talkin' about

I'm eatin’ Chicken on the next album

Provin' I can still rap with cock in the mouth

What kinda Juggalo would I be

If I obsessed over what y'all think of me?

When I lived in my car with two employers

I struggled to keep all my clothing clean

Kinda shy when ya notice me

But I'm tryna be a GOAT on the Moda screen

More soul than the Otis beat

And chocolate fountains don't flow this sweet

[Hook:]

Covid came, but I'm stopped by no disease

On my way home, I'll cop some groceries

At the show it's no bag of rosaries

I brought all tomato for you to throw at me

Alternate on the flow, I hope to be

Among the great, I'm no joke, don't poke at me

At the show it's no bag of rosaries

I brought all tomato for you to throw at me

[Verse 2:]

And now I thank god they ain't rot

It don't matter what we brought

They know what the fuck we on

What kinda song

Motown soul or a slow roller

To hit like Hulk Hogan, but if you want

I could be the menace

Who meant it, what I said in every silly little sentence

Your jaw wide open and I'm still talkin'

So I guess that makes me a dentist

You know the drill!

Same time tomorrow

We got more hollow crap for you to follow!

Distraction addicts

Just like the madman at Mar-o-Lago

I've heard the club is lit

I wrote a book, one day I'll publish it

But this Tuesday, 2/22

Wrote a few to just prove I run the shit

That's factual

(And now for something completely different)