Rap Angle Lyrics

Don't feel like a god but an angle

I don't wear a crown but a halo

Been gifted by God and for that I'm thankful

Send a message out like I'm Gabriel

They say their bars are clean

but they don't at all give a crap

About a larger meaning

And so I call it a sham

This is why they're song's dirty

For when their writing, they're only falling for cash

If you question my hip-hop

I will hip hop

On you and until your hip pops

Cuz I'm heavy like a hippop

Oughta miss (otamus) the shot if you use a machine gun on a rapper

That's a farther distance from you you'll need a more accurate

Weapon not a rapid sending gun

don't bolt into action with out acting in a pre thought out plan and run

out of ammunition and not even landing a single one

I don't bolt into action but I'll still bolt action with my rifle that is a

50 caliber and my bullets actually hit with accuracy but

I only have to hit one

Cuz every bullet is a kill shot

Shoot me I'll absorb it like Fredrick Blob

I write marvelous. Lee (ly) like Stan I'm a fan but I am

Not trying to be like Marshall you see but man that's just The Way I Am

Don't feel like a god but an angle

I don't wear a crown but a halo

Been gifted by God and for that I'm thankful

Send a message out like I'm Gabriel

I is an acronym cuz I stand for myself

Won't let a moth act and pretend to have some color

Respect the caterpillar

Don't lose your respect for em' (M)

That's as big of an oof as a (ufasa)

Knock in the jaw then loosing a tooth and then

Through the new hole you choose to use some untruth like a

Cat that is lying bout its roar

Your nothing but a clear poser

Like mannequin styling 'round the store

Advertising aloud to surround crowds all down to your

Own products

Pay attention to the symbolism (Symba)

You don't wanna

Be saying something different that really isn't true

Not trying to be Eminem's synonym

Isn't it eminent I don't practice voodoo

I am not a doll (at all)

A dull rapper

I'm a master of mastering

But there's only one masters of masters

On top of me I'm plastered by nappers

And their bed is scattered with wrappers (rappers)

Better clean it or I'll have to

Put you in a coma with a gavel

I want OG hip-hop

Not this phony sitcom

That got woke up by a smack to clap all

The smack talk

That fueled the fire

That blew the fighter desire higher

Yet their pants lack

the flame they ain't

Like these new and stupid whiners who's buyers are blind or

Can only see through their visor

That makes their view deprived of the brighter writers

Don't feel like a god but an angle

I don't wear a crown but a halo

Been gifted by God and for that I'm thankful

Send a message out like I'm Gabriel

Don't feel like a god but an angle

I don't wear a crown but a halo

Been gifted by God and for that I'm thankful

Send a message out like I'm Gabriel