Paparazzi

You couldn't touch 'em with a ten-foot pole. Nobody near to this

I'm serious, ripping the mic 'til I'm delirious

And I don't do it for the glamour and the glitz

I do it because I love it and I'm handling my shit

But there's some dudes doing it for all the wrong reasons

Spit nonsense, think there the hottest thing breathing

Ignoring all the real MC's who don't even

Have enough pocket change to break even

I'm steaming, tearing it down 'til I'm leaving

Music running in my veins, even in my semen

Webby straight hungry, somebody should feed him

Before I go nuts, cause a motherfuckin' scene and

End up locked up again and fuckin' spend

My last penny on bail so fuck it then

Lyrically, your everyday rapper can't touch me

But rap's full of dudes with no talent it disgust me

Trust me, I can drop names, make it get ugly

But that's just how it is, some people get lucky

Soulja Boy's fifth grade vocab

Get's played on the radio so much you think its as dope as

Jigga, Nas, Eminem, Busta, Fab

Jadakiss, Ludacris, maybe Lupe Fias-

Co, rap mode, clever and intelligent

The hottest in New England and ain't nobody forgetting it

I'm showing y'all that hip hop exists in Connecticut

I'm picture perfect I just need somebody to develop it

Right now I can't even afford a gym membership

Even though I rap with undeniable eloquence

I stay true to my roots and I know where I'm from

I don't front on no one, don't talk about having funds

Don't talk about slinging crack, don't talk about shooting guns

Don't talk about being hard, I talk about having fun

I'm second to none, something the world has never seen

Making music's in my genes, like a pocket and seams

Rocking the screen of any fucking camera that's in front of me

So deep underground that my tunnel be

Down with the dinosaur bones, grimy

I need a paleontologist just to find me

So complex every listener rewinds me

But it's my extensive vocab that defines me

I be pumping hip hop through an IV

Nobody else unsigned can out-grind me

No Ash Roth clone drop rhymes off dome

Just a rapscallion rocking the skull and crossbones

I'mma young cat coming out 21

Won't stop 'til I decide that I am fucking done

And that'll be never

The future of hip hop, bitch, it's Chris Webster