(Not Quite) 80 Barz Lyrics

This is Redman eighty-bar challenge

Let's go

Hey, Mr. Noble, this is Tyrese Witherspoon

AKA Ty Butta

AKA Don FoReallo

AKA Chester Rhymes

AKA my mother named me Camryn Lewis

And I was just calling to say that I'm huge fan of your work, man

And I know this is supposed to be eighty bars, but I just wanted to take these first few to introduce myself and say thank you before I leave you this message

Ty's not stupid, Ty's not dumb

Ty could make the most intelligent tote guns

Or Ty could make the most illiterate grow funds

See, Ty could change the world through his words if he wants

But Ty just wants to fuck every girl at least once

I'm not in denial, I am so primal

The flesh eater of every rapper who's my rival

The best dressed suspect erect at every trial

Hands on the dial, turn this shit up

Calm, cool and collected, but will burn this shit up

In my custom cleats, I Richard Sherman shit up

Plus I take the type of leaps that make Kermit sit up

I'm from Lee Street, these niggas from Seasame Street

I learned to compete on concrete on Green Street

Where you either shot for straight As or shot a deep three

While real Gs pushed Lana Del Rey and G-Eazy

They pushed keys, not the keys that's pushed by Stevie

And pushed me to not settle for what was beneath me

Uh, foot on the pedal, I change the sound

Rap's a no-touch sport, my words are flagrant fouls

And your bitch loves to tell me, "I'll always remember this"

And when you hittin' it, that's when she likes to reminisce

A story behind every piece of ass I've got

Tyrese tongue in cheeks, I love to thicken the plot

Okay, mainstream, same stream, everybody fakes it

I couldn't give a fuck if it don't look like I made it

Plus I know your bitch on a middle name basis

And she ain't even got your shit on her playlist

We fuckin' to my music

In your car and on your bed is where she rides to it

Out of everything I've ever seen on "How It's Made"

Not one episode showed how I do it

I knew I had skills 'fore coach gave me a jersey

Knew I would kill 'fore rap needed a purgin'

Knew I was ill 'fore family members had heard me

Now I make doctor bills that cover all they surgeries

Certainly, the rate at which I work is hurtin' me

But the fire under my ass feel like the third degree

Which means that I'm back in class, perfectin' my craft

So "Dr. Witherspoon" is how you'll soon refer to me

The concrete's petunia, the outlier

Who had to cross that road to miss that crossfire

I move like car tires up that road less traveled

No change for a paddle, feet stained from the gravel

'Cause Tyrese was pieceless, premature and anemic

A baby born with horns, a rhyme and a reason

He didn't belong, was coined by cons as a heathen

And you've been warned, remain calm and you're leavin'

This earth today, come search my place

The rhymes you find will blow your mind and burn your face

This 0.7 hit like 007

Lead showers, dead rappers reekin' to the high heavens

You been the shit since baby food?

I been the shit since we was three-fifths and white men wearin' wigs were makin' rules

An uppity nigga since pull-up pampers

Out the womb with southern grammar, slangin' Thor's hammer

I faced my state of music, so precocious

If you the face of music, who chose it?

I'll exfoliate you, you knows it

It's clear as hell nobody's bumpin' your shit

Oh shit, hold this, better yet, grope this

Microphone while I zone out to my own shit

My scope's my eyesight and I tote a pen

Finna scope you, then pop you until you is pulseless

Ferocious, finagled the funds from your culprit

They so far behind me, they stompin' in goat shit

I'm eatin' like vultures, rappers and beats, my receipts from my grocery list

And I won't be full 'til I reach the Forbes list

And if you die in the process, my condolences

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

I'm from the state for lovers

So yeah, um, thank you again for your time, Mr. Noble

Once again, my name is Tyrese Witherspoon

AK--

You already know, man

Anyways, you can reach me at this phone number, which is *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

Peace