Dip Lyrics

Wait a minute

Got the mic in my hand again

Stumbling through my words

Like I'm barely sane

Oh there I go again

Judging my mental

Now and then jumping off the roof

Looking for proof no mumbling

I present different kind

Bare in mind

I'm aligned with the eyes of lion

The flow violent, the range widest

Got mentors Cpt to Staten island

The game's finest

Remember I was fifteen

Listening to king Kendrick speak

In the need for guidance

Closed eyelids, brain crumbling

With every word he put together

Then he was silent

Like feathers blowing in the wind

However, I felt the pressure

Like who's going to do this after me

Suddenly I felt heart aching

My hands shaking

Like oh no they forgot about the kid huh

Left me out of the game

Out the zone for fortune and fame

I don't claim to be better than the ones

Topping the charts cause I don't have to

Giving me a number

What does that do

I'm trying to bring my own

And perfect this shit

Not adapt to, to what you used to

Not for your review

Neither the views

I pick and choose

Different pair of shoes

My views drastic

Erratically pull the screws loose

From the wheel, lit the matches

Left them in the glove compartment

As I'm driving

Heard somebody knock the door down to the apartment

Three floors down from where the preacher stay with dream catchers

Addressing the masses about the arising

Or some other shit that spread panic

Didn't manage

To stay out of the way and he got hit

Got out the building

Just in time to write this script

And I dip, uh

And I dip, dip, uh

Uh, Hm

Dip, dip

Bit the lip of a viper

Venom tranquilizer

Either peter pan or

Mixa the penmanship meister

Lighter fluid down the skillet

Bend the neck like Stratocaster

Verse so precise

I could probably slice pasta even thinner

Serve the man in the mirror macaroni for dinner

And sprinkle some glitter

Around the brim of a glass

With bitter liquor

To cut deeper

Sicker than the patients in a coma

When the lights flicker

Its the doctor

Balmer like the B on my watch be hella proper

Motherfucker

Or a son of a gun

If u can outrun a violent toddler

With a fly swatter

Or an AK

If u happen to catch him on a bad day

Comprender?

Blakka blakka

Unlock the locker

He got a firm grip on that stick

Like Harry Potter

And a loaded clip

Put it to his hip and yelled out

If hell is hot then y'all motherfuckers better strip

So I dip quick

So I dip