Anarchist Finch - Hitlist Lyrics

I'm sorry that I'm just too hot to handle
They try to put a finger on my style
But it's a handful
They ask if ima stop at Donatello
I don't plan to
I ain't gonna stop until I'm paid 100 grand to
I'm a make a bop for every day of the year
And get the messaging across
That I'll be staying right here
You see I'm heading to the top
And I'm not stopping for no one
Since I told mama that I'm opting for shogun
I'm top of my home town the show's on roll
At the center of the game call him Moses Malone
The no pain no gain so cold with the flow
Got nothing but hot lines like they're over the phone

And I'm quick with the slickness
Eyes on the movement the kid is a witness
No shit that I'm gifted
Call me 47 cause I'm here with a hit list

Here with a hitlist
Eyes on the movement the kid is a witness
No shit that I'm gifted
Call me 47 cause I'm here with a hit list

It's clear that your boy's fire
Find a better rapper and you're just lying
Line up for the main event
I'm here living in la vie Boheme
No evidence to plead against
But you'll be pleased to know
That A Finch and a beat guarantees a show
It ain't no parody, yeah you're clearly slow
Can't embarrass me see I'm too composed
It's my captaincy and my crews all dope
Ain't here to represent shit
All my views my own
I'm bring the elegance, eloquence
Smoother tones
The rap Tom Selleck, better leave your boo at home
Don't tell me your cousin's like me
When he only ever spits on YouTube type beats
I'm new but high key the dope is quite clear
The booth on fire the moment I'm here

And I'm quick with the slickness
Eyes on the movement the kid is a witness
No shit that I'm gifted
Call me 47 cause I'm here with a hit list

Here with a hitlist
Eyes on the movement the kid is a witness
No shit that I'm gifted
Call me 47 cause I'm here with a hit list

And I'm quick with the slickness
Eyes on the movement the kid is a witness
No shit that I'm gifted
Call me 47 cause I'm here with a hit list

Tom Sawyer
Destroying the calm for ya
Snap on the rubber gloves
And I'm ready to come for ya
I'm vicious on the cut
Like I'm Inigo Montoya
The talent, I'm Brady
And leaving you on Hoyer
I ain't no patriot
I'm the patron saint of the pen and pad
Baby in the game like I'm bringing '97 back
Ever glad little Mr Max learned to flow
All the flavour of the south east
Playing out your phone

And I'm quick with the slickness
Eyes on the movement the kid is a witness
No shit that I'm gifted
Call me 47 cause I'm here with a hit list

Here with a hitlist
Eyes on the movement the kid is a witness
No shit that I'm gifted
Call me 47 cause I'm here with a hit list