In Defense of My Genre Lyrics

Before I'm through, ima do it all

And this a mood, heard em croon

I ain't moved by it

And you can put a pin up in it like a voodoo doll

They asking Flow if he hurt by it

I was just in my head got lost

Everything sound the same

How do I keep myself on top?

How could they know my name?

Stand up when I'm through the fall

You can put a pin up in me like a voodoo doll

Drunk man tapping on drum pads

Punk band, baby I done that

Keeping that green, no skunk

I could make funk when I'm done, that's a fun fact

Might just slip, no tongue twist

So many hits ima give myself one miss

My son, I won, now I'm done this - psyche!

Put my life into rhymes and abundance

Yuh, ay, Flow gonna run this, y'all cant call me Linux

I ain't Popeye but I ate that spinach

Now I walk by and my bicep glisten

Ok, maybe I'm exaggerating

Every track in the past, I'm glad I made it

Got the beat, when I rap I flagellate it

Drop a tape every time Cat graduated

Before I'm through, ima do it all

And this a mood, heard em croon

I ain't moved an inch

You can put a pin up in it like a voodoo doll

They're asking Flow if he felt the pinch

Before I'm through, ima do it all

And this a mood, heard em croon

I ain't moved by it

And you can put a pin up in it like a voodoo doll

They asking Flow if he hurt by it

I was just in my head got lost

Everything sound the same

How do I keep myself on top?

How could they know my name?

Stand up when I'm through the fall

You can put a pin up in me like a voodoo doll

I'm young and multifaceted

So ima cash it in

Sing before I wax a bit

I make this shit by accident

If I step to the booth like a baseball pitch

And I miss, never see me with the face all twist

I'm a big shot on my own terms, don't trip

Mister young don't-need-hits

I commemorate my genre

Turn it on its head

Fill it up with sawdust

Colour it with lead

Let me be the excess

When you're good and fed

I'm gon write my next best

Right until I'm dead!

Before I'm through, ima do it all

And this a mood, heard em croon

I ain't moved by it

And you can put a pin up in it like a voodoo doll

They asking Flow if he hurt by it

I was just in my head got lost

Everything sound the same

How do I keep myself on top?

How could they know my name?

Stand up when I'm through the fall

You can put a pin up in me like a voodoo doll