Cancel That Freestyle Lyrics

I don't see our differences as much of a problem

I'll stick to making the dream, and eating ramen

And you stick to making some green, off bein' common

Erykah Badu must have put you in a bad mood

People say I'm always a joy, I'm almond

If there's a problem, I solve 'em

I'm coming for you all, coming for all of 'em

But you keep calm, and I'll keep on

Writing the rhymes

That stick in your minds

Like noodles

People who met me

Say I'm sketchy

Like ink doodles

Rapping this shit is like putting a

Pit against poodles

And you're fixing to get this mutt ticked

Might end up making your leg

Into a Beggin' Strip

I attack and crack like an egg

Force my way like a round hole

Gets fucked up by a square peg

Like a pagan bout to cut a Christian

But keep on sub-dissing and butt-kissing

I'd have to be a fucking nut to be missing

My chance on this

I'm on a mission, and I'm not just pissed off

I'm up and down like a piston

Step at me, you better hope

I don't start tripping

You losers keep waiting

You must be loopy and hallucinating

You're looking at me like you're seeing shit

While I'm coming out of your TV screen

Like that Ring bitch

I'm looking at you Cleopatra

Don't ask where the king went

Fuck up some commas, why would I wanna

I don't give a fuck if money calls me

I'm just too fly to let a comma cause me

To go kamikaze

Two commas are too common and I don't let

A period pause me

I'm on top of the pyramid, ain't a peer in it

So I'm getting ballsy

If I wanna sell out

I'll go fuck Halsey

And say some shit about someone with

Cerebral palsy

It'll be terrible, and you can all be

Like hashtag cancel that

And then rap can go back to busting a bag

And making stacks off all the fans of that

I don't give a damn about these new acts

They just keep making them more wack

You can all fuck off, you're too soft

You're looking like the type who

Drove straight through Compton

With the windows and doors locked!

Of course I'm gonna fight you

I've never been the type to

Just take a hit

I'm not like you

Not much of a pacifist

I'd much rather just pass a fist at you

And beat you dead

Cause I hit like I got a hand

Made of lead

Put up your fist too bitch, let's do this

You're gonna swear you got hit in the head

By the fist of Joe Louis