Tytanium - @ the Joint*! Lyrics

I blow minds like a concussion
It's nothin' with no repercussions
No discussin' who's the coldest need some need some need some

It's T-Y-T-A-N-I-U-M, and don't confuse him
Goin' global like the UN switchin' styles infusin'
I showed my mama my music and she like, "Who is that?"
I said, "Me" she went and asked me for an autograph
She said, "Where you learn to lay it down and rap like that?"
I guess I been bussin my back to make my rhymes disgusting
I blow minds like a concussion
It's nothin' with no repercussions
No discussin' who's the coldest need some Robitussin
Feel the flow it is so cold
Bringing bars like days of old
Roll up to the spot drippin' hard fit so hot like liquid gold
Different notes and different shows
House parties to center stage
Been a god since I was less than 13 years of tender age
Hoodie red like octagon signs you better stop
Do it all for paper cause I'm not down with the rocks
Drippin' head to toe while some Vans surroundin' my socks
I thought I said before I'm never shoppin' for no Crocs

I roll up break it down just in spite to prove a point
I gotta lay it down tonight for people at the joint
I roll up break it down just in spite to prove a point
I gotta lay it down tonight for people at the joint
At the joint, at the joint
At the joint, at the joint
I gotta lay it down for them people up at the joint
At the joint, at the joint

Two seat in the Chevy bumpin' heavy word to McLean
If this'll be the day I die at least I'm lookin' this clean
Livin' in the moment always open with my flaws
They hopin' I won't smoke em then I'm droppin' jaws at large, pause
Peepers don't miss me, beeper go cha-ching, blowin' up like when a creeper is hissing
Whiskers are wispy, cause I'm only fifteen, hatin' on me 'cause I'm writin' my histr'y
Young boy wit a lil snot in his nose, grew up and learned how to chop up the flows
Shoppin' photos and you rock wit your bros, not really sure where they at in your shows
On some Rocky Balboa get bodied blow up supernova
Takis too hotty like Arizona till I throw up
That girl is so cold she got the blood of a king cobra
Who's walkin' through the body of Minnesota in a toga
I see through your smoke and mirrors
Blow it off wipe it down lookin' clearer
It's, Tytanium and Tyler, you should hear us
You bouta know our strength, you should fear us

I roll up break it down just in spite to prove a point
I gotta lay it down tonight for people at the joint
I roll up break it down just in spite to prove a point
I gotta lay it down tonight for people at the joint
At the joint, at the joint
At the joint, at the joint
I gotta lay it down for them people up at the joint
At the joint, at the joint