Noemad - Slap Poetry Lyrics

Back on my bullshit
Call me rap's nuisance
My beats I'm producing
I'm on some 5 beats a day a for 3 summers
I pull out the beats like a couch in your mother's house
Shut your mouth. What you know about that grind
Working on your shit until that sun rise
My momma worrying about me wasting all my time
Don't worry mom, with my talent's usage your son's gonna shine
I'm working on polishing my craft, got about like a hundred drafts
Beast mode like the running back
I'm snapping on the track that's a Snapple fact
I got the juice, yeah that's the truth
Killing y'all without busting caps
I'm All-American like the captain
I'm All-American word to Allen
Make the beat and I get to gatling
I'm up late like Jimmy Fallon
Slap poetry I'm snapping
Only make shit's that's slapping
Like all my son's beat their girls, if that happens I take them out this world
These beats speak to me, rapping's my soliloquy
You know where I'm at, I know where I'll be
I'll be at the top so all you critics bite me
Bitch I'm artsy so all your girlfriends like me
I'll be at the top so all you critics bite me
Bitch I'm artsy so all your girlfriends like me
Ya boy first came into this game without any sense of what this shit could bring
I used to be mad self-conscious now being nervous feels like nonsense
Give a f*ck about the gossiping
I'm writing in my notebook like Ryan Gosling is
I got a spark in my heart for the art for tearing motherf*ckers apart
Y'all coming up short than Bonaparte
Bitch I got heart like I just got surgery
I know you motherf*ckers ain't heard of me
But you'll be in the arenas talking about
"I remember when he wasn't shit back before he had any hits"
Then I'll be performing and not really caring about being rich
Money isn't everything you ignorant bitch
Money's why lames get spots in this bitch
Money's why lames get in this game
They like the beats but they don't hear what we're saying
How do you rap and not claim the culture
You just doing this shit to be in pop culture
All you motherf*ckers vultures
All y'all doing this rap shit
Y'all not really be rapping
Y'all just doing that wack shit
Slap poetry I'm snapping
Only make shit's that's slapping
Like all my son's beat their girls, if that happens I take them out this world
These beats speak to me, rapping's my soliloquy
You know where I'm at, I know where I'll be
I'll be at the top so all you critics bite me
Bitch I'm artsy so all your girlfriends like me
My life gon' be movie having sex scenes in jacuzzis
My demeanor's so unruly I'm truly flyer than Biggie on a jet wearing a Coogi
Sweater, take that shit off 'cause it's Noemad season
Tell me you hate me what's the reason
Your words ain't even close to making incisions
You little boys ain't up to make decisions
You just lay in your bed there with wishes
That are opportunities that you're missing
I'm getting better with time, I'm sick with the rhyme
The rap game is mine, I spit that sublime
Your on the mic stressing your mind
Worried bout how I peel back the tracks, I don't know what is about my raps
But I got this shit on lock and to know you don't gotta be Sherlock
My flow twisting around your head like a dreadlock
Thinking of messing with me better not
You'll just get hurt in the end like thinking about that chick you met on the weekend
Get your hopes up and then they find you tweaking
On the floor of the room you sleep in
I'll be in the back like told you so, I'll pull up to your grave and do the do si do
All your friends telling me that I'm dope
I just nod like yeah I know
I'm the embodiment of a bag of blow
Addictive in the first use
Walk out the house smelling like your mom's perfume
Look you in the face and say f*ck you.