Avina - Break It Down Lyrics

Yo, yo yo Let me break it down to an academic level
That is comprehendible and hopefully maybe even possibly understandable for you
Seems like every time I spit a bar it continuously goes over your head like a do-rag
Now you getting mad at me for something you could never understand
Boy you better get the hint like it's blues clues
I am not the one for giving out a helping hand
That's why I got your girl and it's for a real good reason
Not because I'm trilingual but she knows that if she ever needs a lesson
In some cunnilingus I'm the man to tongue it to her
Whoops, I'm not the one who can teach it to her
Lyrical anomaly, empirically impossible for me
I'm making waves across the globe, you should know me
Wrists so cold, Jack Frost is below me I just booked a flight for my homie
Time for him and I to drink a Mai Tai We don't do Mikes, my guy
I'm chewing this beat like it's big league I don't got the time to take a sick leave
I'm too busy tryna make another big hit Like the ones up in Wrigley
In case you couldn't tell, I am not an everyday Average Joe, no Biggby
I've earned my stripes, I don't need a check mark Just to prove that I'm verified
Better come correct like your homework's being handed to a teacher
I am not the one to f*ck with People keep on asking if I'm gonna do a feature
I don't know, I prefer to work alone That's how I got this far
Let me break it down to an academic level That is comprehendible and hopefully
Maybe even possibly understandable for you Seems like every time I make a hit
You got some shit to say in my, mind That's the definition of a potty mouth
But nevertheless I pay it no mind I'm cutting your audio out
And think about taking the Audi out In hopes of catching a body tonight, wow
Maybe just a bit too harsh Better thicken up your skin then
Kinda like a reptilian Unlike you and me, I put the reps in
If you can't handle the pressure Then get to steppin', uh
Starting to think that most of these rappers are brain dead
Not a lot of sense is being made But still you continue to lease another chain
For what little sense you have left Doesn't make a whole lot of sense to me
But to each his own Everybody's got a vice that they cannot control
You're losing your tone, I hear it in your raps
I'm beginning to think that maybe it's time to switch it up a bit
All of the fame is going straight to your head
So it's no wonder why all the shit you be saying online is nothing but cap
Talk about keeping it a hundred but that's not true
I'm double checking the numbers, it ain't adding up, uh
Behind closed doors, all you ever cared about was the benjis
And which chick is getting clapped up on the bed sheets, uh
I don't give a f*ck about your Glock 19 or an A to the K
With the double digits saying 47 acting like you can't get sent
Towards heaven, that should go without saying
But in case you didn't understand, let me say it once again
Let me break it down to an academic level that is comprehendible
And hopefully, maybe even possibly understandable for you
Think I made the message pretty clear, so I hope you get the memo
Tryna make a name for myself like Mello
Got an incurable case of tunnel vision
View is looking real long and narrow
Makes sense why every bar that I spit lands with precision like an arrow