History Book Lyrics

History book, I'll make it in it, there's no debating I'll get it

Either way you flip it, no different, like I'm civic

TN to Mississippi they'll listen, know I'm built different

But you don't have to be Genius to deconstruct my writtens

Kicks make you want more and the melodies suck you in this

Kicking down your door with the precision of a hitman

Abundant presence of mic presence you'd think it's Christmas

But I got all the gifts I need, throwing out my wishlist

(Yeah, the entertainer's here!)

The entertainment, made it in my basement

Well, actually the bedroom, but that don't really change it

Change my fit if it don't fit the feeling that I'm aiming for

Okay you still want more? Okay I'll give it to you

Fighting with music, settle the score

More points on the board than index fingers teaching a horde of kids

Bored kids who'd rather snore than work

How does it feel to get shot by the track blaster

Master of his craft, vernacular stacked like racks

He's back backflipping through cash and tracks

He's burning, you feel the ash as you pass past the last place the beat paused, stopped In it's tracks

Deer in the headlights, I dare you to question, dear, my music and rhymes

Sleep on me, you ZZ Top on gold mines

Pen game colorful, a Rap Genius, better Check the Rhyme

Yeah keep sleeping on me kid, it's past your bedtime

I'm a

Magical mystery Tour de force

My pen and pad, never divorced

Or forced to do more, encore

on par, with yours

Life is a history book of chords and mics, MCs of life

Human rights are quelled by wrongs

That makes plight, plight makes songs

Then I

Grapple with this enormous form of horror

Called a port where poor workers work for porridge

gargantuan corporate, snores, it's messed up

I'm gonna move forward towards my goals and net

It's messy, still don't test me

Blessed to bless fiends for music

With grooves and tunes no resting

Yeah, no rest days

Go on, grind never ending

Soon I'll have a bag so big my grocer would be jealous

Soon I'll have more commas then a run-on sentence

Either way you flip it, this lyric will start and end it

Sentences are endless, my friends say I'm a menace

And Imma blow up soon, that's okay, take my time

Little by little, belittle this rap game 'till it expires