Elephant

[Chorus: Jitta On The Track] We finna see what they do We're the elephant in the room We're the local legends come true That's not the way to come out of it [Verse 1: ANoyd] A–Noyd! Yeah! Since when you did it that's it, yeah! Since Natu servin' up your entree I'm a giant like the brother Andre Big man, grandé, hombré Fill a room with an elephanté Get in tune, I was in the womb writin' double entendres Hooked to a machine like I'm Conway Serve mе a plate, tengo hambre ANoyd is thе boom shacka-lacka boomer Put a socker bopper to ya 'Bout to hop inside a Uber Got me erotis with a lot of cougars The heavy drip a monsoona The bright side of dark humor The situation could be tumor Tell you to suck it up like a Roomba V-v-v-vooma There you go The real Champagne Popeye You're a nape neck Dom Perignon Send the mentions through boombox Did I really type on your stereo? Bus' a bus' the scenario From Connecticut to Ontario See me rock out like Jelly Roll What's goodie To the west side I boogie You equipped, I'm fully Under the ANoyd hoodie My lyrical side is not a surprise I see why they call me a bully I put all these rappers inside a headlock and I'm probably gon' give 'em a noogie The elephants in the room are not givin' no space to move Drive at a slow pace to fuel You wanna relocate? It's cool It's gonna feel like it's April Fool's I'm here now, nothin' else to prove I pick me 'cause I'm safe to choose I walk out, unscathed and bruised And what we doin'? What we doin'? [Chorus: Jitta On The Track] We finna see what they do We're the elephant in the room We're the local legends come true That's not the way to come out of it Have to have trust in you Not losing sleep for you When the elephants in the room They better clear a metropolis [Verse 2: Chris Webby] Yeah we the champs I'll take the shot if I see the chance I'll spike the ball and then TD dance That final boss, you gon' see I am That super shredder My feet are planted That grave's dug and you'll feed the plants I chop the lyrics and feed 'em in Like chopping down Oz to grams OG I am, I know Been at war like G.I. Joe Yeah I been through this shit You can't even imagine And still I get up and I go Never before Keepin' that fire burnin' in my soul Out on the road Earnin' my stripes at a personal price But murderin' mics is all I know Woah, woah Do not mis-measure my net worth Goin' Chris Jenner That kid clever My skin tougher than thick leather I'll quit never So dear haters I promise y'all that I'll keep givin' y'all displeasure Your's truly, Chris Webster An elephant in big letters Yeah this shit isn't dumb luck You must have me fucked up Yeah I'll make 'em bounce with me Can I get a "What, What!" Uh, hang my trunk low I'm wooly mammoth, y'all Dumbo Never givin' a singular fuck so Somebody go and hit that drum roll [Bridge: Chris Webby] Because I don't give a shit what you think Been a man on the brink and I'm still that way I was built that way So until that day that I'm laid in the dirt and they fill that grave Imma give my all 'til they get that praise While I drip my balls and I spit that flame Give a shit 'bout fame Make 'em feel my pain That's why they get chills when they hear my name Webby [Chorus: Jitta On The Track] We finna see what they do We're the elephant in the room We're the local legends come true That's not the way to come out of it Have to have trust in you Not losing sleep for you When the elephants in the room They better clear a metropolis