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Chris Webby - Mission statement
See I've been quiet for a minute,
Now these b*tches think that I lost my sound
Everybody chill, I've been getting my business off the ground
Finally successful, but to you that means I sold out?
Well f*ck it, let's remind these people so there's really no doubts
Webby's still the beast that he's always been, and I rap hard
So check my WiFi signal yo, I still got mad bars
Whippin' like it's NASCAR, still no one can touch me
All you f*ckin' pound puppies never stepping to a husky
Repping for Connecticut, stomping on you midgets
Smoking weed, taking pills, f*ck it where the whipits?
No one can ever do it like I did it
Spit so big you gotta right click it, scroll down and zip it
I'm Santa Claus's misfit rolling with a thick b*tch
Rappers out here ollieing, me I triple kick flip
Murder any beat and leave the listeners to witness
Jason Statham even scared to put my name up on his hit list
I watch these record labels all assemble the full
Rise terrible rappers whose skill levels are questionable
They have a hit single or two then disappear into obscurity
Me? I paid my dues that's why these motherf*ckers heard of me
Haters getting madder now, wishing I would beat it
All because I f*cked they girl on the top of my Tempur-Pedic
Sprinkle sugar on the bible - sweet Jesus
Punchline pros leaving rappers with they teeth chipped
Webby been a genius, like I told 'em previous
Usain Bolt on the track can't compete with this
The state of hip hop now is straight tragic
Turn the radio on, what do you know - some more wack sh*t
Except for a select few, cause if you're nice, then you're nice
You got bars? Salute, I respect you
Cause half of these cats raping nowadays are from a test tube
A puppet to the label that they're soon to be in debt to
Me? I'm f*cking meant for this
Downloaded and rendered it
Really in the game now, I'm through with my apprentice sh*t
Kids these days don't even listen to the sentences
They bumping Gucci but don't even know who Jimi Hendrix is
Cranking Drake songs while they're cruising in their mom's jeep
But never heard of Big L, Rakim, or Mobb Deep (f*ck that)
That's why I'm here to spit crack
Kids blowing up without paying homage to the legends, I ain't with that
This sh*t is crazy man, it's depressing really
The game is smoke and mirrors never let deception get me
I keep my guard up so if they come and step to Chris
These wannabe rappers about to get ate like it's 7:50
Nobodies diss me? F*ck so what?
They just want me to use their name so that their buzz goes up
So keep yapping it, pretending we got personal beef
Like I'm gonna lose sleep? Sh*t I never even heard of you B
We took some BIG and some Pac and we mixed it up in a pot
And Eminem is what we got so is it really a shock
That now another Caucasian rapper sticks out of the flock
That's got the lyrical capacity to level a block
I'm still chilling playing Nintendo
Faded off the Benzos
F*cking these hoes, you just stuck up in the friend zone
Your girl texting me, ending with an XO
F*ck your Emojis, let me see them breasts yo
I'm Lou Ferrigno, about to Hulk smash this
Webby the pick of the letter like digging for cat sh*t
Trying to be a rapper nowadays is on some fad sh*t
Youngins' getting tatted hopin' they'll be in them mad kicks
Thinking all you gotta do is learn a couple rap tricks
Buy some snapbacks and mad kicks to get your swag sick
Make a YouTube account, voila that's it
The next big thing overnight like magic
But Katniss, only the strong survive here
Listen dear, like the Hunger Games every single year
People rise to the occasion or they fumble it's clear
The only guarantee is that you'll see the death of some careers
Been on my underdog sh*t for awhile
No more white kids popping up jocking my style
Then I'm still unsigned
Staying hungry on the grind
Now I've been rapping longer than some of the fans I got have been alive now
Lie down cause I'll be coming for you if you steppin' to me
It's my time now
You cannot interfere with this sh*t it was destined to be
Reppin' the C.T. New England sh*t
Tri-state too we bring it b*tch
Stuck within this game when most people would rather sing than spit
Can you believe this sh*t? The game's f*cked man
Cause all these people only in it for the buck man
Another mixtape, all are free
Cause when Webby's in the booth you know it's bars on me
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