I Can Spot One a Mile Away

Swimming in the Bay of Pigs
Make ya' tapes and play ya' gigs and lay the blame upon your city when you fail
to make it big (make it big)
Just try me I kill for something to die for
Erase your name like Cap, you ain’t ready for no style war
Oh now you Tony Montana? Only on camera
You looking for that fame on a stage go be a dancer
You scared of being laughed at for acting thug
So go shoot your videos with bandannas on ya' mug
I’m laying hands upon ya', lambs to slaughter
Cannon fodder, son it’s all too simple
You little men are barely off the nipple
I don’t, bang my gat or slang the yak I don’t write gangster rap
Tripping 'bout, what you ain’t about we say no thanks to that
My plan of attack’s to strangle the rap game
When you lames got me bored to death like Zach Galifianakis
Open up, till ya' throat’s swollen and closes shut like an anaphylactic:
Choke on nut!
My city’s restless for some minty freshness give me credit
Still independent fending birds off like Tippi Hedren
Now any spark you start is quickly deaded 'cause my people put out fire like
Jimi Hendrix did in '67
Boom bap, this bang music to flood streets like Frank Lucas
With Blue Magic so call the Gang Unit
Bootlegger-legger armed with a cattle prod
Coming to get my dollar back for the blank disc I burned your album on
And just when you thought it was all love
«I'm an artist, I draw blood
I’m an artist, I draw blood
I’m an artist, I draw blood- blood»
And just when you thought it was all love
«I'm an artist, I draw blood
I’m an artist, I draw blood
I’m an artist, I draw blood»
I’m at the venue high posted, with no squad in the back
Your girl’s rabid on my jock like she’s at odds with her dad
I’ve seen you on stage, the crowd was calm and relaxed
I make 'em put their hands up like they were blocking a pass
You’re a perpetual newjack, constantly gassed
Claim that pay-to-play is A-okay when caught in the act
Had your photo shoots, dropped your songs, got them intact
Join an oversaturated market, all your shit’s wack
We catch wreck for a reason, people respond to it (ahh)
Spent sleepless nights on sheets just writing then I clobbered these tracks
That’s the skinny pretty simple there’s an obvious path
Be dope, get respect there’s not a lot to the math
You ain’t motivated by talent rather a lust for the fame
Attention-seeker grabs advice how did you muster the strength?
Amateur hour’s done so right I’ve come to crush the remains
Plus make your speakers pop, with no adjusting the gain
I hold judgement on terms on public display
You bug out a Bering Sea-zure'll rupture a vein
I’ve got something alternative to subject explain
Your lyrics are stuck in the gate now, abruptly deflate pal
Promoters write the check out to my government name
It’s bubbling above the surface brother, butter to flame
I got 'em rushing the gates, you got 'em running away
If my career don’t end yours then I’ve done it in vain
Just when you thought it was all love
«I'm an artist, I draw blood
I’m an artist, I draw blood
I’m an artist, I draw blood- blood»
Just when you thought it was all love
«I'm an artist, I draw blood
I’m an artist, I draw blood
I’m an artist, I draw blood»
Play whatever’s popular today, no binoculars
I can spot one coming a kilometre away
Polymers, played out carbon copy followers
Tryna hide theyselves behind a mask and a moniker