Don't Jack My #Barz

[Hook] Don't jack my bars (x5) [Verse 1] You watch me as I write? I wouldn’t doubt it if you did I feel like I’m being beared on by a thousand little kids Who think my album is the schnitz and copy down my every whim And though it gives such a confidence, I’m housing lividness Do you even art, bro? This is an egregious farce, yo! Harvest of the artists, reap up all these bars, go! Every stroke of wit I writ, you make note of it And spit it for a whole array of fans that don’t exist Where do you get the motivation to take what another soul created? I’ve been showing patience but now I’m unloading hatred Cause it makes no sense to take from another’s show of greatness If it sounds dope and bangin', everybody knows it’s Nathan! So it’s futile for you to try to scoop music from Loober Rumors will spread, and you’ll be doomed in the future And every dude will presume every tune from you is fraudulent So tune in, student, word of advice: just don’t do it [Hook] [Verse 2] You people love it when I show up in your news feed Cause I’m basically giving you free Knowledge to drop when you get the opportunity to speak So tune in and read up, I’m donating facts to ya Twitter dot com forward-slash Al Loober Read the words I’m typing, plagiarize every one of them Take them as your own, no one’s giving out any punishment Wouldn’t be the first time someone jacked my work without asking first Fasten your belt if you’re gonna ride my weenie, please be safe passengers Wouldn’t want a man injured even if he hasn’t learned That making hashed-up verses based from Al’s Twitter makes him look like a massive turd And after all that he still has the nerve To say my delivery makes me sound like an Arabic nerd (what?) Criticize the way I’m rappin, say it sucks then straight up jack it Make it as the main attraction: you're just proclaiming Alfred Ya’ll sound like crazies in straight jackets, I swear you say ‘em backwards Which only goes to show how much time you take to practice That goes for all you reading my hashtag barz tweets Get together and have a Jack Al party Write verses that are half-bad and all me Face the facts, you can’t rap at all, B! So stand back and call me; I’ll murder your favorite poet If it enables great emotions then you’ll know that Nathan wrote it My thoughts define what you call sublime You know what rhymes are dope by what sounds like mine the most If you want to start a tribute band, I’m chill with that Please don’t let me stiff you man But can’t you please at least give tribute back To the man that freely gives you raps? I shouldn’t need to tell you that You play my songs, just let your fans know you breathe and live a hack Here, you want some barz? Seriously, free samples! I got my rhyme book, how much you want? Three chapters? Steal my lyrics, see if I even care, it Only reinsures the fact that you’re simply a freaking parrot What are you, delusional? You think that you drew these poems? Screw you, go do your own! You’ll never pen truth as dope as what Loober wrote Every loser knows what I say, no need to prove it so [Hook] [Bridge] Don't jack my barz Cause that's my art And you jack my art You're a nasty fart [Verse 3] So fine, take my barz, have this one, and this one Name three people that will give ‘em a listen Your momma, your grandma, your sister Melissa Your image is missing, just give in and give up! You write bad words with no rhyme pattern So you like, jack verses and you find that works Well, excuse my manners, but might I ask, sir: Why can’t you learn to leave my rap words? And tell me my stage name reminds you of gay sex I’ll take that in the sense of you saying That you climax when you say it And you play my tape when you’re lying in your babe’s bed Wishing it was me that was there beside you naked You lie impatiently crying “Nathan, Loober!” At your laptop hoping the next rhyme to take comes sooner But I’m not on Twitter, I’m down in my basement studio Recording the verse right now that I’m saying to ya So sorry if this sounds a tad weakly worded I just had to record it before you jacked anymore of it P.S. Don’t. Jack. My. BARZ!!! [Hook]