ATM-Funk Volume Contest IV “Don’t Fu[n]k Up Our Beats”

Funk Volume Contest IV. Please Subscribe, Comment and SHARE! Vote for me on the Funk Volume Facebook Page. https://apps.facebook.com/contestshq/contests/427/voteable_entries/42758741 THANK YOU! Lyrics… Ima grab my brush, to paint a better picture To all you other rappers, Ima be a grand…

ATM-Funk Volume Contest IV "Don't Fu[n]k Up Our Beats"

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Funk Volume Contest IV. Please Subscribe, Comment and SHARE! Vote for me on the Funk Volume Facebook Page. https://apps.facebook.com/contestshq/contests/427/voteable_entries/42758741 THANK YOU!
Lyrics…
Ima grab my brush, to paint a better picture
To all you other rappers, Ima be a grand richer
Breaking you the news, like I’m Wolf Blitzer
Bitch I ain’t playing but girl I’m fuckin with ya
She started falling for me; the catch is that I missed her
I used to get it in more times than Derek Fisher
I loved the way she booty bounced; she loved the way I kissed her
Would’ve chose her over money but figured money buys bitches
Oh…
And they say that I’m the illest
Cooking green but trust me, what I’m cooking isn’t spinach
Call my DJ up, said I’ll spit it when he spins it
But he couldn’t find the beat, probably because I killed it
I’m insane, people may think that I might have lost my brain
I’m the king, Watching the Throne just means that you’ll watch my reign
Too much pain, time for some medicine flowing through my veins
Said that I would stop, so I did, for like a whole damn day
Get out my face, personal space, get out my goddamn way
Nothing ever changes, nothing, nothing, ever change
I still ain’t make it yet, still hoping for that day
But nothing, nothing, nothing, stopping me from reaching fame
The rap game changed the moment I got on to it
So many white rappers got you lactose intolerant
Til I came in and gave Hip-Hop a tank of oxygen
Ask him what had happened; he said he listened to Hopsin
Stop it, boy don’t you got any conscience
How you gonna win this contest, dissin Hopsin?
Sorry mom for being so damn obnoxious
I don’t need to wear the straight jacket again I promise
You think I’m crazy? Well, I already knew it
A little bit out of my head, so I say screw it
A psychopath on the lose with no institution
Yeah I’m different and don’t need fake eyes to prove it
What everybody needs is originality
Man I’m really getting tired of these fake ass wanna be’s
Saying you a rapper cause you spit some lines over a beat
Is like saying you a doctor cause your watching Grey’s Anatomy (I’m….).
Hotter than the peck of pickled peppers that Peter Piper had picked
The beat is getting nauseous, must be because the flow is so sick
Handle me with caution, no it isn’t wise to let me slip
I ain’t no magician but boy do I know a lot of tricks
Living above the influence is living pretty high
Nothing ever beats me cause nothing ever tries
I’m always going in, that’s why it’s ATM inside
Nothings ever stopping me, nothing except time.

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