Let's Eat! Lyrics

September 18th 2003

Was just a Baby grew outta my dreams

Instead of day dreams move powerfully

To get on stages knew that's in my genes

Jest in improv do magic mc

Whatever lifts off you bastards will see

A veteran called to congratulate me

An actual rapper so fasten that in your seat

Cause baby maybe changes start happening quick

(Heard) playlists playing shady from back of the whip

(A) crazy raging mayhem born after that shit

Rap made me a list ready start racking up clips

Been to hell and back spit in the Devil's face

Friends who sell out stab Nick in the tail end brace

Sins grew hella fast shit it's a turtle race

Pencils spill on wax bitch let us celebrate

This is me and I'm working on it

Honestly I'm done cursing on his

Orders see the person on this

Sonnet seen is the first time of his

Odyssey the toxic bullshit gotten to him

This garden tool I'm not done moving

Sorry stupid I'm cocked and shooting (yuck)

Better find another brother fucked with Judas

Imma Pull up with the millimeter POP this full clip

Imma complex human a walking Rubik's

A Musical genius call me Shostakovich

September 18th 2019 yuh

Remembered this thing no sucka mc's

I never made shit Dude just liked writing

Eleven minute made symphony at 16

Yeah okay it was shit but that shit's my baby

I never made shit but now look at me

A damn year later and a record waiting

Forever praising the song that made me yuh

Perfect my flow from head to toe professional I set a goal

Start mixing those r records yo they tailored nice like evermore

I've been this dope y'all pitiful my repertoire's exceptional

September born on the west coast the 702 Oo

What a spectacle who knew that a legend grown to do

What the kids look up to dude and get better than you Oo

Dad in hospitals too soon mother got set up screwed true

Brother pitiful feud blew up to death threats and oo oo (Layer oo oo)

Finna vrin vrin on the bitches that think Nick can be chewed through

On that vintage shit that 666 the devil's in you dude

For the pricks that ditched the Benedicts ya pitiful boo hoo

Bitch I been a dick you benefit and then ya dip too true

See You mad at me for a fued that you started

But a fool and his money are soon are soon parted (FACTS)

I was told I'm too honest and dudes get rude off it

I knew shit was funny as soon I grew pockets (Bitch)

Few artists who con shit and move product I doubt it

Mufasa grew up in a group scars and divided

You heard it Tupac was abused off it who shot it

Dude stop it you not it just goon pop shit and (Ahh)

You kamikazed through constant hobbies and not a dollar

You carbon copies who caught bukakke to cop a baller

You fucking sheep y'all fucking weak

I fucking your bitch ho you not the father

September 18th 2020

Remember making that album release

And then the date creeped up out of the trees

Would never release if I ain't proud of it G

Final product I had brought up that wasn't me

I Teeter tottered I recorded back to the beats (Beats)

I'll be honest I fell off it for like 6 weeks

I got back on it gotten godly scrapping the weak (Weak)

Cut the fat from the meat laughing as I'm grabbing a seat

John Doe got cold fucking savage let's eat