G!BR4LT4R: The Intro

Just when you thought the flow was over before Take a look at the shadow that just kicked down the door He stands 5’7” and he’s itching for more The dust got done going to the ceiling from the floor After an album and a mixtape with all hits and no miss Defining his style and fixing broken promises Ain’t no ordinary rapper you can steadily diss Known to friends as Uncle Kringus, but my name is khrys And I’m back with a vision like a prophet, but I am not a psycho What I predict’s ensured, no Geico I keep on with the beats that I hear like a military And to fit all my ideas into a tiny trilogy’s Impossible, haters have tried, but that did not go well Jimmies still waiting for Lassie since they failed That’s the way that I kick it, that flow’s my style And if anybody never knew about me ‘til now Well, come one, come all, better late than never And to the crowd of people that had planned to try to sever me From hip-hop, please take a listen right now If y’all still don’t understand the way that khrys. get down I’m not saying I’m the best, but I’m somewhere in the top ranks ‘Cuz every beat I'm on, I always hook it up dank I get down so much I’ve taken rap this far My last words’ll probably be the end of a bar ‘Cuz I’m writing an EPIC, word to SX2 And a brotha ain’t in NASCAR; I don’t do left And I ain’t in what will be the best next crew But big ups to Breezy for also rappin’ himself to death I’ve had to stop and talk myself out of goin’ to let off But I’ve been bumpin' Strafe and they’ve said to set it off My life is private property, the haters should’ve kept off So in the words of Rakim, step off Don’t vandalize mine, I spent too much time Tryna lap y’all in this race and y’all been so behind And now that I’m back like above the behind It’s back to droppin’ all quarters while these rappers on two cents Really two since they sound like babblin’ infants Or kids yelling, “Take a look at what I got!” But that don’t change a thing; I’m Bambaataa with the plot ‘Cuz everything that I create I always plan it to rock I’m an addict for a mic, you could say I fiend for it Ain’t no need to intervene, and you can gladly report it I can quit when I wanna, but I don’t think I’m gonna ‘Cuz every time I’m on the mic, it feels like the first time (Who made that record?) Foreigner Competition tryna beat me with the worst rhyme scheme Apologies y'all, but that money is cream And since that rises to the top, I'm baggin' that for my team That’s word to my pops, that’s word to my mother Word to EpNo and Ed S., all my brothers From other mothers that contributed to the dream And if you can’t see that, turn on your high beam Kinda hard for y’all to see me when I’m this high up Are you tryna squint until all of y'all eyes wired shut? Or are those looks of hate, looks of madness and strife? Shit, I had to deal with those my whole damn life You could cast an eclipse at the way that I do things And I wouldn’t change a bit, but according to them mood rings We all call faces, I can tell y’all mad Walkin' taller than any single one y’all have People been in my faces, tryna start some fight And if y’all wanna go, I must be doing it right Not talkin’ ‘bout your mom, not talkin’ ‘bout your sister I’m above the immaturity spit through the histo- Ry of a 16 bars on a record Only focused on Ralphin’ up a record when I wreck it I made the trek to gain respect, also to get my name in checks And those already happened, so I’m ready for what play is next I’ve already reached great heights like I’m a vaulter I won’t be cut short when I’m on top, no halter In this business of rap I never ever faltered So prepare the earholes, I’m going G!BR4LT4R What's uhhh?!?!