The Incubator

[Verse 1] The youngest nigga in the industry Interested in polygamy Trust, your not the only one to Admit that you’re digging me Take a hit of weed then visit me In the Z- -O-N-E Way too much heart for you to o-wn me The rap game pussy Only thing over me is ovaries If rap is pussy and music is my main chick Life is my shorty and I don’t use her for the brain, shit She’s just the right height, and I don’t like hype So I chill out. Fill out an application To work it, mad metaphors. Perfect Read too deep And it will be two weeks before you recuperate From the music I make I am a beautiful mistake But even if you did see me coming You didn’t know the shit me was coming with Cause me so sick, like two week old Denny’s And I say "me" because I deserve an Emmy Or a Grammy [Hook] Fuckin’ seatbelt (Oh here we go) Take me on another Take me on another one of them Trips… (Oh here we go) Pedal to the metal baby Pedal to the metal baby (Oh here we go) 1, 2 ya’ll (Oh here we go) Is this thing on? (Oh here we go) I’m bout to give to ya’ll And I don’t stop… EVER (Verse 2) I’m a raging inferno of pink, with the face of a skull Razor blades for my teeth. Got a tongue made of water A voice made of pure vibration I guess my songs are like word libations So when this zone Out-patient No diploma or diplomacy owning me I go by my own lies, cause they truth to me And I lie to you Because it’s like nothing that you used to see New beliefs. I never fall Its my time to be on. And I’m better off Than I ever was, cause I never lost At least in my mind, cause I find better thoughts Then worrying about even competing with the rest I’m never in need of rest, cause death is my sleeping bed If ever I leave my head. My body will ever detonate So I am the bomb with a headache Resonate (Chorus) Fuckin’ seatbelt (Oh here we go) Take me on another Take me on another one of them Trips… (Oh here we go) Pedal to the metal baby Pedal to the metal baby (Oh here we go) 1, 2 ya’ll (Oh here we go) Is this thing on? (Oh here we go) I’m bout to give to ya’ll And I don’t stop… EVER (Verse 3) And I awake in an incredible state Even the location of the bed I awake Or how much my head could take Cause I’m forever awake So rest in peace, nah I’ma be dead on the stage still rockin Still hopin, moshin'. Like I ain’t got sense No care like I ain’t got bills So if you don’t stare like I ain’t got skills You gon' be broke sayin', “I ain’t got shit” I don’t pop shit. I make people step in mine You smell like I wasted a second time And theoretically, you should feel cool about it But you stink and there’s nothing you can do about it What makes it worse is that Your aroma is shit My shit And my cologne is the shit Some fly shit Mind you, I don’t roll in a whip I stay alone at home Zoning and shit Y’all want me to come out and play? (Chorus) Fuckin’ seatbelt (Oh here we go) Take me on another (There you go) Take me on another one of them Trips… (Oh here we go) Pedal to the metal baby Pedal to the metal baby (it’s Charles Hamilton) (Oh here we go) 1, 2 ya’ll (Oh here we go) Is this thing on? (Oh here we go) I’m bout to give to ya’ll And I don’t stop… EVER