Standout

[Verse 1 – AWAR]

I'm the game’s salvation.  Salutations

Solidify my spot to make the foundation

You ain't got lock jaw—that's fabricated

It's really rock salt—scale ain't calibrated

Tight verse of light work, 21 grams

Heavy buzz, fam.  I need to re-up on rubberbands

Son of Sam, I'm sinnin’, touchin’ grams

You live on your knees—I stand up like a man

You about publicity.  I’ll be pleased to bury ya

And we ain't scared of your weak-ass character

Yellow tape the scene, clear the area

These off-brand rappers and their reefer carriers

Keep the [Philly filled?] when I kill these bills

You’re pussy-footin’ around—no Achilles heel

I'm gone with the wind but the frauds are out

I'm on Vonnegut shit—AWAR “Slaughter House”

[Hook x2 – AWAR]

Don't do me a solid, I spit on a hand out

Distribute the product, you heard I'm the man now

The gift was given, we in demand now

I never fit in, always been a standout

[Verse 2 – Joe Budden]

Let me introduce us: we are hell

Your live set’ll get TRL

I'll pull out that all-terrain flow (meanin’)

Meanin’ any nigga y'all decide to put over I

I ride over or override

I'm in overdrive—this shit is crucial

Your best bet's to stay neutral

Or no ski mask, no disguise

‘Cause when I get conceited, I’ll put the nose in the sky

I mean your ball's about a phantom

They not real—they phantom

It's just bullshits, an anthem

I take the actin’ tough (as what?) as rappin’ stuff

‘Cause now ya stutterin’, talkin’ ‘bout what happened was

You’re colorblind—outfit ain't matchin’ up (go)

Gotta call Jeff Hamilton, patch ‘em up

Joe's at it, servin’ the dope

Addicts closed casket for the beat, toe-tag it

[Hook x2 – AWAR]

Don't do me a solid, I spit on a hand out

Distribute the product, you heard I'm the man now

The gift was given, we in demand now

I never fit in, always been a standout

[Verse 3 – AWAR]

I don't relate to ‘em, don’t identify

The whips is rented, only time to enterprise

Aside from your kid’s skin, hair, and teeth

You and I don't share any similarities

I'm self-invested—you quick to forfeit bucks

To rich corporate thugs extorting us

I'm self-made, self-centered, self-guided, self-driven—I call myself the pilot

New altitudes, presidential suite is private

You’re a choke artist—you give yourself the Heimlich

You still slinging crack, dog?  Look, it's over

I ain't tryin’ to bring it back, I'm tryin’ to push it forward

Anyone opposes, I'll Slash your tires

Let the wheels flyin’ off the Axel—Guns N’ Roses

Catch some type of feeling.  Fuck your raps

You keep ice grilling ‘til your mug gets stuck like that

[Hook x2 – AWAR]

Don't do me a solid, I spit on a hand out

Distribute the product, you heard I'm the man now

The gift was given, we in demand now

I never fit in, always been a standout