Test Me ft. Whitney Peyton Lyrics

I start slow and I build to something

Got an ominous flow you can feel it coming

The heat wave when I spit flames will displace

The very same breath that you fill your lungs with

One take no need to punch in

I rely on my bars and the beat to bludgeon your eardrums

When the fear comes it'll leave you entirely to weak to function

Test me you gonn find out who the best be

On stage marshalling my art like I'm Jet Li

Deadly putting so much salt into my scrolls

You'll be thinking that you're floating in the dead sea

I'ma knock you into next week

I run this game you ain't nothing but an npc

And these bars can be a bit of a pain to de liver like Hep C

Everybody calling me a bottom feeder every single night I bought a liter of vodka

Totter teeter

I hit up Whitney and I got a feature

Now we both give it gas putting miles on the odd o meter

It's pronounced Odometer man you're dumb

I'm just barely getting warmed up it's only verse one

Plus I got an aversion to the version of events recently rattling off of your tongue

I'm so sick of this I'm the baddest overly dramatic

Totally combative bull shit

That mindset is a nuisance

So you better make way for the new kid

A ruthless and abusive dude with huge fists

Who spits more flame based on how enraged his mood gets

Till they awestruck saying

Yo seven those vocals too crisp

I ain't even begun to let loose

These bars have a mind of they own like a clone from a test tube

I got a lot to attend to

I'll leave you dead from redrum in the bedroom

Oh shit it bled through the floor boards

Now for sure I gotta go and dispatch the recluse who lives downstairs

What's that your brother was on the phone guess I gotta kill them too

Good thing I got a murderous flow

It's revenge and I'm serving it cold

A disturbing impulse

Determined to grow to a permanent fixture

Till the wording implodes

Kick stones ever heard of Rick Roll

Well I'm never gonna let you down on me when I leave the gym

Dirty dick joke

But as soon as I wash up my girlie gets choked

Damn straight in the rap game I'm a magnate

Track flames and the fans can't wait

That's fate

Music playing in they man cave

They keep tryna rip it off quick like they would a band-aid

I be tearing up the booth like I'm in a mad rage

And I'm dropping these bars like a verbal cascade

So I'm hitting that stage on a rampage though I'm 38

God damn you look good at that age

Facts

No doubt you can quit debating

Got the sound that them other rap kids be hating

They misbehaving 'cause they see how I break all the rules when I flow

And they just relating

I got one goal evisceration

But something's missing from this equation

The innovation that'll only come from the one and only Whitney Peyton

Get 'em Whit

Hold up

I could really take my time

Used to be the one couldn't get in the club

And now I never wait in lines

Never stay in lines when I paint the picture

And I ain't gonn lie my diction bigger

I'm amplified they getting bitter

But I bury that shit likes it's kitty litter

Let's go

Test Me it could get messy

Anyone snoozing I'm pulling your bed sheets

You were too frugal paid no attention

Turning your noodle into spaghetti

That's a four course meal

Labels want me now they can't afford that deal

Should have never doubted that I'll scorch my field

Several independent records with a torch

That's real

I forged my trail from imagination

Now my childhood neighbors are glad I made it

Cause I set the record and I set to break it

The risk was better than regret and hatred

So now you get it my back story's not glorious

Little kid I was sick of getting hit

And now I'll take my pain and make an album with it

We channel our feelings for your enjoyment

Pain is guaranteed there ain't no way to avoid it

Yeah we boil it down to a poignant sound

They eat it up treating us like soilent

But the fact is they green with envy

They empty given to extreme dissembling

So damn scared of the flows I've shared

But they blame the cold night air

For the way that they knees are trembling

I don't buy it

My songs are the only thing that I show pride in

And Whit's heading to the top of the charts

And when she takes flight I'm hoping to co-pilot

And I know that's a bit far-fetched

But I'm reaching for my dreams I need my arms stretched

And I won't stop reaching

Even if it leads me to being asleep on a park bench

Go ahead and test me

Fuck yeah

Oh my god I love it I can't wait to hear it

Ah she's gonna love it