Stomp ft. C. Raine Lyrics

They say T where you been? we ain't rap in a minute

I ain't online all the time my life I actually live it

I'm with the wife and kids off the grid

But occasionally I breeze through your block and I chop off a head

Roll it through your front door just as a reminder

Keep you on your toes for those who dose in their recliner

Heaven knows God designed one hell of a rhymer

Creeping in the background but I ain't tryna photo bomb ya

I'm a Undergrinder for more, hustle goals full of soul

Sounds like I record at Muscle Shoals

Dirty southern grittiness, mixed with that Philly spitta ignorance

Sorry killa this ain't on your syllabus

This is ad hoc a deviation for the have-nots

It sounds like sasquatch stomping down a back block

I had a choice that could hoist me out the ghetto

And my old head told me be the voice not the echo

Let's stomp these dudes put the pressure on fools

They be taking up space dog all in the way

Count back to one I been raw since the day

C'mon stomp these dudes wit ya bul, what I say

They like Raine where you been at?

Feeling like Pacino try to leave they pull me back in I never get to relax

Never get to recline so I give'em what they want fuck it

Whether the rhymes or the clothing line they gonna love it

I been about mine never understood gimmick

You need it I got you I supply you man that's good business

Fuck that back and forth nigga we ain't playin tennis

My rep is tremendous man these haters can't bear to witness

You's a fake it till you make it type muphuka

Everyday we celebratin' out this muphuka

We don't ask so we take it from a muphuka

Bout to get stomped Kirk Franklin out this muphuka

Man these niggas can't get what I got

You think I'm playin' HLF to the socks

Man is you coppin' or not?

Clear my lane on my way to the top

You in the way you get stomped out the box muphuka

See they give it automatic I don't ask for respect

This ain't a album it's a passion project

Never did it for the money still I'm cashing my checks

From BMI and that ain't body mass index

But they fat no pun intended

But I'm a Big Pun descendent of lyricism hear a rhythm and bend it

To your liking, look at the graph and see where you're spiking

Then a sharp decline so that's time to market mine

To the mass talk trash come around you get Hulk smashed

Rap like I'm blood drunk with rage on a warpath

You talking show money do a little more math

I need fasho money guarantees all cash

And for that you know results are cataclysmic

You should witness this prolific rapping at a distance

Safety first say this verse will only make it worse

Feeling like the ground is shaking standing on some quaking earth

Let's stomp these dudes put the pressure on fools

They be taking up space dog all in the way

Count back to one I been raw since the day

C'mon stomp these dudes wit ya bul, what I say