Byron G

[Intro: Kanye West sample & (Evidence)] Y'all might as well get the music ready cos this is finna take a while "And I've been working on this thing They've told me about humble... humbleness, humility Um, I don't like it It doesn't feel natural But I hear it works for a lot of celebrities and brings them a long way when they act like they don't deserve things And now I'd like to thank people at the label who i know like: Rob Pasco (Rob Pasco) and Matt Voss and Byron G (Byron G)...." [Verse 1: Evidence] I give a fuck who's who, I chef the same when I'm preparing it From bad kid to semi-rich middle-aged American Rooted in my heritage, wounded for the derelicts The root of every evil is the truth of all appearances I crack the sound but the beat is still a barrier And every fucking inch of every street around this area The Venice carry us up like dough rises Rap transit all city, no license The city is beneath, I watch it from a bird's eye Brain dead, two left, they shot me in my third eye Shot out my eye like BB guns up on a Christmas day Reach for pistols as I watch the fuckin' Pistons play I set the tone with the writings on the wall The city cleans it up like we inviting 'em all Evolution's all messed up now, chop the middleman Stab the messenger, not the literal I ran without a cause and was the best before I knew shit Before I took a cruise ship, before I been to Houston I ain't tying up loose ends I let 'em waiver Pulling out these lavers and pounding out the pavement Gone [Hook] I'm the lyrical gangsta [Verse 2: Domo Genesis] I be a young motherfucker of the rap camp Style symbolizes my nastiness like a tramp stamp Wamp wamp, where it's at Fear fact, just let them legends die and I'll inherit that I'm fit for the carry, weight of the world I carriage on my back With a fairer sack, inquisitions to the mirror Exactly what niggas fearing, see the future in its clearest It is I, Doms, dropping lyrical pipe bombs Until an icon, I choke your life like a python I'm who the children look up, probably got 'em doing kush ups Super high, call me Superfly, bitch I'm Jimmy Snuka Got you feeling like you took a hit of heroin And that's for veterans, the way I bury 'em, embarrassing You know better than puttin' that fire near the kerosine I said don't make me tell again like kids with speech impediments They can't see where my head is, I'm ahead Roll the credits, roll the medics Getting high till I feel I'm copacetic [Hook] I'm the lyrical gangsta [Verse 3: Scott Caan aka Mad Skillz] Yo I've been trying to keep it silent, my tendency to violence The suit and tie be fading, the truth about the shining The sliding through the masses, smiling eyes through glasses My style been altercated all the while to pile my cash in But fuck that though, I want a ho that stay up late My dirty bottom bitch to fuck with me until the wake Mad illegal C.R.E.A.M, ain't no rules, that's the dream In regal swimming pools, prepping tools for future schemes Laying low and creeping it, selling dope and sleeping it Wrap the dough up in a rope, keep in what I'm sleeping in Mattress fettucini, life's a flick and I'm Fellini Pinky diamond rings above the rims of ice martinis Trees throughout the day, hour focused in a haze We living life the most, been comatosed all the way The toast to hell that may, cause making bread legit's too real So I'm folding on the stress of life to steal to catch a meal [Hook] I'm the lyrical gangsta [Kanye West sample] "And I've been working on this thing They've told me about humble... humbleness, humility Um, I don't like it It doesn't feel natural But I hear it works for a lot of celebrities and brings them a long way when they act like they don't deserve things And now I'd like to thank people at the label who i know like: Rob Pasco and Matt Voss and Byron G...." [Outro: Paul and the Magical Sleigh Bell] Wankland Audio presents... Paul and the Magical Sleigh Bell, Part 1 It was a cold and stormy night when the one young Paul sat scouring by the fire light; composing away. It was another Christmas. The carolers outside his window sang with glee as they rode by in a sleighbell that created a sound that was so magnificent that Paul ran to the window "This sound, I must capture it, but how?" He set about to scour the land in search for the most resilient and brilliant of sleigh bells. His father said he'd lost his marbles "Paul, I'm your father. You've lost your marbles" But no... young Paul, steadfast in his ways, travelled the land far and wide, capturing the sound of every sleigh bell he could. He travelled... oh the might!