Correction Lyrics Want It With Me by Ekoh

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Alright, I keep the eyes open
Mind golden
The f**kin' rhymes potent
The hardest grindin in any f**kin room I go in
If you don't think that I'm the greatest ever, I know it
I don't need your validation, b*t*h, hold it
I leave 'em purple, red, blue bruised, totally crushed
The girls who used to hate are beggin' me to smash in the bus
A throwback chick, I call her Nickelodeon guts
She take the whole goddamn d**k down to the nuts
Now listen, I’m hearin' all of y’all are f**kin' up
I’ve donе enough to earn respеct from legends, b*t*h, the takeover has just begun
See, I’ve been training under Vader like Ahsoka Tano
Now I'm the boss and I'mma run it like Tony Soprano
I'm takin shots at all these rappers, f**k it, leave the bottle, I'm on autopilot droppin' logic, call me Aristotle
It’s full throttle in this b*t*h, all gas, no brakes
More dangerous than fillin' vacancies w/ Norman Bates
Not popular amongst the mainstream kids
Cuz they ain't used to hearin' rappers who can go like this
I channel different personalities and flow like split
A new legacy, raised by the Demigodz, b*t*h
So y'all rejoice
We takin' charge and running point
We independent, makin' noise
Your criticism null and void
I’m diagnosed the dopest dope
I'll take your shirt and sign it "GOAT"
I'm R.L. Stein and every line is goosebumps when I drop it, yo
Man, this is higher than you can get
Gas me up, I'm flyin', like the pilot, man I been lit
This something between a dream and movie, David Lynch sh*t
Now end the verse, I'm reloading the ammunition
Yeah, I’m bringing raw back
Where you from?
Underground, where you at?
The whole town
Put the city on my back
And it feels like y’all don’t get me, but y’all don’t want it with me, aye
It’s all cap
You're talkin' click, clack, boom, thinking you’re the hardest artist in the room
Homie, y’all just talk that
But it feels like y’all don’t get me and y’all don’t want it with me aye

While y’all be talkin weight
Like some modern day Scarface
I’m loadin' lasers on a far away star base
You can rob banks
Start a little car chase
I’ll be teleporting through deep space in star gates
It’s fun to make sh*t up, right?
Y’all fiction writers who get in cyphers
And spray the mic with ya gingivitis
I injure biters like spiders or venomous vipers
And turn a pen to a knife like a lifer that’s sent to Riker’s
To set up some bikers, cuz you got a kite
That tonight that we strike
'Til they men are lifeless, it’s like it’s appendicitis
I’m slicin' open abdomens, unraveling intestines
Googlin' some facts on how to start a staff infection
Cuz while you in the hospital and all the staff is resting
I’ll be sneakin' in ya room with a wizard’s staff as a weapon
Spitting out spells, spit flying while I’m speakin'
Unplugging all the tubes 'til the monitors are beepin'
And y’all thought the worst case scenario was bleeding
'Til I cast a curse and burst in to a demon
And all the nurses screaming and run to the church deacon
But the words that he’s speaking are in reverse and he’s shrieking
In a high pitch frequency that shatters all the windows
The clouds in the sky turn black and the wind blows
And people talk backwards and crucifixes crack
So please tell me again what you gon' do to me with rap
Yeah, I’m bringing raw back
Where you from?
Underground, where you at?
The whole town
Put the city on my back
And it feels like y’all don’t get me, but y’all don’t want it with me, aye
It’s all cap
You're talkin' click, clack, boom, thinking you’re the hardest artist in the room
Homie, y’all just talk that
But it feels like y’all don’t get me and y’all don’t want it with me aye

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