[ Featuring Erin Outfield ]
The popstopper, wordplay obnoxious
Y'all are smoke and mirrors, narcissistic Rastas
Like getting blown in a tux, I'm come proper
Got em envious, looking like oxidized copper
Cause I walk with a flock of birds, only the pristine
And Rip schemes like tearing through compositions
When I tear through competition for their omnipresent fiction
Bath bombs to bomb of fission
Don't take that route like backstreets
I'm never prey like the atheist that died last week
Power drunk, under the influence
Got kindred spirits to mix with it
My Lincoln's got a gymnast twist, stretch a few dollars
I got punchlines to bruise all of ya
A volcanic flow like Check this new lava
Stomping rappers, I leave grease spots like Kalamata
And that goes for all of ya
I no longer puff ganja, but I'll smoke a mic when I ignite
The Nag Champa
Everything y'all spit's screened, we're the popstoppers
So, take caution more often or get coffined in this cog of war
We dug in Crates, Totes; Dirty Airy's a god of war
My philosophy Boogie Down mixed with Plato
A handsome devil that break goat horns and halos
Persistent while winos dig in my grape bowl
If y'all are sick, rare case, bro; I'd keep them rates low
Cold feet made it hard to make shows
And A&R relationships rocky because I don't like labels
Still, I treat record execs like power chords, F Majors
I'll bootleg it, my ink press paper
I ain't here to bow on fours in this cowards war
I'll howl and storm, leaving towers floored
I'm like Jimmy Walker when the fuse sparks
A cut above y'all, don't need Seratos to make a New Mark
We're the needle in the straw, buried, but don't kick fruit bars
So, I'm taking your lunch money 'til you're bitter as Rhubarb
It's child's play, I see how you cartoons network
Coke's with the Call Da Sackd Kids, y'all are redundant, Edwards
Fishing for compliments will get you hooked like red worms
These guppies swim with sharks thinking it increase their net worth
Saying you run the race, but you never put in legwork
I'm driven with no finish line, let the unleaded burn
Got it dialed in like radio contests and rotaries
Only time I'm beside myself is next to clones of me
I karate chop diamonds and made Rorschachs out of blots of cyan
Wrestled bears and fought with lions
Whatever, cross your heart, I got the dot on your eyelid
Going at me, you should pipe down like Draino
You're better off with dirty strange in hurricanes and no raincoat
You're better off screaming Allahu Akbar at meeting for NATO
Better off performing seppuku on your navel
So, go and cut midriff like unplugged guitars
Just know I spit Game like chewing cigars
And every line is proof that I rock harder
Coke and Outfield, we're the Popstoppers
