0Effort Lyrics

I'm a killer with the mic, like I'm Killer Mike

Rip the tides, make way for R.S reign

I've missed the night, it's like Dre possessed my beats

And I got the right and possess the best process to carry his torch to greatness

I'm sort of a lord to best his

latest wave goodbye to all the troubled wannabes

Tryin' me is like flyin' free from a 10,000 meter high

Divin steep, straight into a pot of bitter sweet coffee

Drink with no sugar coating it

Shit, it's amazing I made it this deep into this rap

Shit, ain't no turnin' back, I'm home

Only thing I've been good at comes out the mouth from dome

The road's blocked with these fuckin' traffic cones

With frantic hopes, that's why I keep my circle small

With no crashing trope, it's like Einstein said

E equals MC squared

Everyone multiplies and flocks the MC

Waitin' for the paper when he's paid

Everyone wants the paper and the dessert

Everybody wants to win with zero effort

I wish you could, but then just anyone'd have the bag

I and totally collapse and there'd be no reason to have no tracks

Everyone wants the paper and the dessert

Everybody wants to win with zero effort

I wish you could, but then just anyone'd have the bag

I and totally collapse and there'd be no reason to have no tracks

Then it's a dilemma whether you want it or not

Like you put your career in a pot and randomly pluck

And with luck, rap was took it

So you put everything into it and it just flopped

Poor bastard wanted to go at him

Kill 'em in cold action

Rip on the mic's spazzin he can't

Cause he was writin' but there was no passion

And there's no rational reason to do rappin'

I'm just sayin' if you ain't equipped for this fuckin' game, don't trip

We like you dude, just don't fuckin' speak on it

And all the hoes, I'm keepin' ya'll on your toes

Don't act like you fuckin' like rap, can't name a trio

Everyone wants the paper and the dessert

Everybody wants to win with zero effort

I wish you could, but then just anyone'd have the bag

I and totally collapse and there'd be no reason to have no tracks

Everyone wants the paper and the dessert

Everybody wants to win with zero effort

I wish you could, but then just anyone'd have the bag

I and totally collapse and there'd be no reason to have no tracks

And at the stage that we at, it's gettin' kinda sad

Everyone's on the same page, no one's turnin' bad

And no one's doin' something new or innovative

The game's stagnant, it's gettin' boring, listenin' to the same shit

There's diamonds in the rough, sure, a few gems

But I don't wanna dig in the ground to find them

And if mainstream did underdogs, I'd have a mood swing

Come back like a boomerang, just imagine

All the underground artists starvin', top the billboard chartin'

Those at the bottom startin' battlin' to win the pardon of

partake in the radio spots and

Yeah, Chris Webby, he's underrated

Nati, he's doin' numbers what me

Yeah, I'm just vibin' and every time I'm wildin'

Ridin' flawlessly now take a ride in my drive in

What you want, you want multisyllabic rhyming

Why in the fuck you want me with my killer magic timing

Illa earnin' skrilla cause I am hungry for beats like I am J Dilla

This bitch is scarier than thriller

I've been ramblin' on for far too long

But I just wish in 30 years they'll be makin' songs long-gevity,

What really be drivin' me

Clutchin' the game, this is my sign in

to register forever into the hotel as a guest participator, yeah

What's my name

It's R.S and I'm fuckin' comin' back later but it's fuckin' hard when

Everyone wants the paper and the dessert

Everybody wants to win with zero effort

I wish you could, but then just anyone'd have the bag

I and totally collapse and there'd be no reason to have no tracks

Everyone wants the paper and the dessert

Everybody wants to win with zero effort

I wish you could, but then just anyone'd have the bag

I and totally collapse and there'd be no reason to have no tracks