Raising The Bar

Some people still speculate... Is he really as nice as he says he is? [Verse 1: Chris Webby] Yeah, anytime I step I blaze it thoroughly No one seein' me, y'all need corrective laser surgery Check my date of birth you see, Webby's only 21 Hotter than the summer bitch, you know I got it covered son Get it done when I get up on a beat and I tear it up Cause all I got in this world is my word and a pair of nuts Bring em in I'll air em out, hustlin' like Escobar With lyrics sharper then the claws retracted in a leopard's paw Check my repertoire cause I been grindin' for a minute Heh, and even the haters admitted I can spit it This rappin' is a sport to me, break it down importantly Whiter than a kilo bitch, I'm bringin' Boston George with me Ramblin' answerin' the hate and spit it gorgeously Can't handle him I'm Anakin, and yes I got the force with me Torture beats, have them all askin' where the chorus be Bitch I'm good money and ain't nobody affordin' me Playin' my cards right whiter than a Marb light Voice raspier than Christian Bale in the Dark Knight I got my competition sayin' Our Fathers And every fuckin' hater runnin' scared like Paul Walker I don't fire deadly shots, never with a semi cocked Just light up headie pot and spit venom, call me Eddie Brock Webby drops, whether you ready or not Heavy metal or pop, so steadily I'll get to the top Clever as ever so what, the bass and treble will not So fuckin' loud its like gettin' hit in the head with a rock I'll leave em dead or in shock, when I spit it I'm a rap rebel With my size 10 Jordan on the fuckin' gas pedal Grab the mic and I go Ain't nobody messing with the rhythm I flow Need that dough, Tic-tac-toe Break mothafuckers like a Kit-Kat bro Hit that dro, pass that back, layin' low, 20 sack Then I roll it up and hit it till that shit's all ash Then my drug dealer gonna get a call back Back on a track accurate that's the reason I'm so relaxed when I rap Cause the facts are the facts and the fact of it is Next to Em nobody spit this crack Bring it back, crowd packed, dog I'm rippin' more beats Carrying the game just like a baby in a stork's beak I'm servin' my competition like Roddick I'm Doctor Robotnik, with knuckles in my pocket Toxic, so fuckin' dirty you should wash it Got this, hot shit, LeBron couldn't block it Spittin' it with flavor, rippin' wisdom on the paper Bitch I get the block hoppin' just like Tigger was my neighbor Precision like a laser, no one playin' with this Cause this rap is second nature like inhalin' a spliff Then I throw together words and I rip shit ill No one ever done like Christian will Spit with skills, bitch this real Brain slowed down on prescription pills Need a deal, damn straight, make the fuckin' land shake Ari Gold lookin' for me since he seen the fan base YouTube, numbers up, Facebook, yeah what's up All you do is Google me and haters keep they mouth shut Now what, like a deer hunter all about bucks If you tryna' to burn with me you'll need at least an ounce plus It's in my nature I guess, I'm fuckin' meant for this Ain't no type of censorship equipped for all my sentences The booth is like my octagon, you don't wanna enter this I'm Anderson Silva so step in here you're gettin' leveled quick Poppin' stars and I'll be ravin' until I'm sober I'm not afraid of shit, I'm as brave as the Little Toaster Cocaine and some bakin' soda, I'm crack next up to bat Griffy Junior to these losers, no ones fuckin' with the stats Pupils fat and got a bag of molly in the pocket I'm like Pikachu shovin' a metal fork into a socket I'm electric, style eclectic, all these haters try to mock it But spit so fuckin' flawless they can't help it but to jock it Son I'll rock it, and now they all bloggin' about the hotness Datpiff hot this week with a million comments The big new thing, read about me in the comics Under Hi and Lois rhymin' potent lyrics better watch it Now I'm back and I rip it up and spit it so nice Ain't nobody messin' with the poltergeist Skin tone white, takin' flight So far ahead that I'm out of sight Down to fight, rip it on a mic There never been a night that my pen don't write There never been a night that I don't rap nice When I'm on the right weed and rolled up tight Hold that mic, get it in, who could ever mess with him Sick go get some Levaquin, the medicine you get it then Show em' I'm never settlin', fuckin' paper shredder em' You wanna step? Then your chances are lookin' extra slim Grindin' every day reachin' the top And I'm only a step away, you don't believe me? Watch I'm a beast on the mic, there's nobody left to help you Cause bitch I'm nice, how many times I gotta tell you? Damn man, fuck these haters, I'm out, ha