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Raising The Bar Music Lyrics

Chris Webby

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Yeah, you see
I've been sayin it for a little while
Some people still speculate
"Is he really as nice as he says he is?"
But uh, I'mma get in here today
And show you guys what's good
Yeah, OK, OK

Yeah anytime I step I blaze it thoroughly
No one seeing me i need corrective laser surgery
Check my date of birth you see Webby's only 21
Hotter than the summer bitch you know I got it covered son
Get it done d-d-done done
When I get up on a beat and I tear it up
Cause all I got in this world is my word and a pair of nuts
Bring em in ill air em out hustling like Escobar
With lyrics sharper then the claws retracted in a leopards paw
Check my repertoire cause I been grinding for a minute
Huh, and even the haters admitted I can spit it
This rapping is a sport to me
Break it down importantly
Whiter than a kilo bitch, I'm bringing Boston George with me
Rambling answering the hate and spitting gorgeously
Can't handle him I'm Anakin
And yes I got the force with me
Torture be have them all asking where the chorus be
Bitch I'm good money and nobody affording me
Playing my cards right whiter than a Marlb light
Voice raspier then Christian Bale in the dark knight
I got my competition saying "Our father's"
And every fucking hater running scared like Paul walker
I don't fire deadly shots, never with a semi cocked
Just light up headie pot and spit venom call me Eddy Brock
Webby drops; whether you ready or not; heavy metal or pop
So steadily I'll get to the top
Clever as ever so watch the bass and treble will knock
So fucking loud its like getting hit in the head with a rock
I leave em dead or in shock , when I spit it I'm a rap rebel
With my size 10 Jordan on the fucking gas pedal

Grab the mic and I go
Aint nobody messing with the rhythm I flow
Need that dough; tic-tac-toe
Break motherfuckers like a kit-kat bro
Hit that dro pass that back
Laying low 20 sack
Then I roll it up and hit it till that shit's all ash
Then my drug dealer gon' get a call back
Back on a track accurate that's the reason
I'm so relaxed when I rap
Cause the facts are the facts and the fact of it is
Next to Em(inem) nobody spit this rap
Bring it back, crowd packed
Dog I'm ripping more beats
Carrying the game, just like a baby in a stork's beak

I'm serving my competition like Roddick
I'm Doctor Robotic it with Knuckles in my pocket
Toxic; so fucking dirty you should wash it
Got this hot shit LeBron couldn't block it
Spitting it with flavor
Ripping wisdom on the paper
Bitch i get the block Hopping
Just like Tigger was my neighbor
Precision like a laser no one playing with this

Cause this rap second nature like inhaling a spliff
I just throw together words and i rip shit ill
No one ever done like Christian will
Spit with skills bitch this real
Brain slow down on prescription pills
Need a deal damn straight make the fucking land shake
Ari go looking for me since he seen the fan base
YouTube numbers up Facebook yeah what's up
All you do is Google me and haters keep they mouth shut
Now what like a deer hunter all about bucks
If you're trying to burn with me you'll need at least an ounce plus
It's in my nature I guess; I'm fucking meant for this
Ain't no type of censorship equipped for all my sentences
The booth is like my octagon you don't wanna enter this
I'm Anderson Silva so step in here your getting leveled quick

Popping stars and I'll be raving until I'm sober
I'm not afraid of shit; I'm as brave as the little toaster
Cocaine and some baking soda
I'm crack next up to bat
Griffey junior to these losers
No one's fucking with the stats
Pupils fat and got a bag of molly in the pocket
I'm like Pikachu shoving a metal fork into a socket
I'm electric style eclectic all these haters try to mock it
But spit so fucking flawless they can't help it but to jock it
Son I rock it and now they all blogging about the hotness
DatPiff hot this week with a million comments
The big new thing read about me in the comics
Under high and lowest rhyme and potent lyrics better watch it
Now I'm back and I rip it up and spit it so nice
Ain't nobody messing with the poltergeist
Skin tone white; taking flight
So far ahead that I'm out of site
Down to fight, rip it on a mic
There never been a night where my pen don't write
There never been a night that I don't rap nice
When I'm on the right weed and rolled up tight
H-H-Hold that mic get it in
Who could ever mess with him
Said go get some Levaquin
The medicine you get it then
Show them I'm never settling
Fucking paper shredder em
You w-wanna step your chances are looking extra slim
Grinding every day reaching the top
And I'm only a step away you don't believe me watch
I'm a beast on the mic
There's nobody left to help you
Cause bitch I'm nice
How many times i gotta tell you?

Damn man, fuck these haters. I'm out, ha.

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