Cooking Facts Pt, 2 ft. Philosophy Lyrics

Looking back with a book of raps and I'm cooking facts

Never gotta cap about what I've been looking at

Cause I've been aiming for the future

I aim in and mute ya

Dangerous

Super

I'm an alien

I'm too cool to be here though

You fear flows

I disappear foes

You weirdos can smear those

Feces from your rear glow

Don't be showing your ass mooning a goat

Cause you might get fucked

Get ready for the switch up

Cause I been feeling my self

I know I'm the best at this lyricalness

A lyrical mess

I'm still in the car and you steering a wreck

I jump out

And who's in the back

A bunch of whack rappers that got famous

And who's to blame it on

You

I say fuck the industry we gone make it on our own

Fuck the industry we gone make it on our own

Fuck the industry we gone make it on our own

We gone make it on our own

We gone make it to the throne

Uh, fuck the industry we gone make it on our own

Fuck the industry we gone make it on our own

Fuck the industry we gone make it on our own

We gone make it on our own

We gone make it to the throne

The industry turning into the enemy

Not if you're the lucky few who be getting plenty chicken wings

Fuck the materials

I'm working on my material

People getting sick of that bullshit

They want some real lyrical

Easy to digest, nibble on beats taking a taste

Won't save you any leftovers licking the plate don't go to waste

Filling up on the delectable bitch I'm incredible so far ahead of you letting you know right now, we gonna make it no doubt

I say fuck the industry we gone make it on our own

Fuck the industry we gone make it on our own

Fuck the industry we gone make it on our own

We gone make it on our own

We gone make it to the throne

Uh, fuck the industry we gone make it on our own

Fuck the industry we gone make it on our own

Fuck the industry we gone make it on our own

We gone make it on our own

We gone make it to the throne