If the Noose Fits

[Intro: Ekoh]

Sheesh

It's a celebration, bitches

Ekoh and Chris Webby

Real rap shit

Let's go

[Verse 1: Ekoh]

I spit it grimier than most do it

Rap's truest, I know the flow fluent

And no student at school, I was the most truant

Ekoh will ruin the way you listen to rap now

A boom bap kid that will murder your modern trap sound

I got 'em wrapped now, Ricky Bobby on the beat

A Shake 'n Bake, it's a mistake if you're fucking with me

Bringing the heat, I'm not allowed in California now

The last time that I entered, I burned an entire city down

They still ignore the skill I'm bringing to the table

Disable pre-existing thoughts from the grave to the cradle

Nobody left to save you, I am the hero now

No superpowers, I just devour these beats for now

[Chorus]

Yeah, coming with the real and we don't back down

I see you talking in the street, but where you at now?

I'm not about calling you out but if the noose fits

Protect your neck 'cause I'm back on my bullshit

Yeah, coming with the real and we don't back down

I'm with my goons, playing shows in the packed house

I'm not about calling you out but if the noose fits

Protect your neck 'cause I'm back on my bullshit

[Verse 2: Ekoh]

Yeah, fuck anybody who said I would never be anything, uh

Lookin' around 'em, it's funny that none of ya'll ever did anything, huh

You do it for money but all of this loving has really been taking me up

I'm broke as fuck but I'm feeling like I'm a million bucks

Yeah, it's deadly when Ekoh and Webby shut 'em down

These rappers nowadays some Disney manufactured sounds

And I won't quit, I'm going big, yeah, I'm notorious

And killin' every bill I'm on, this bastard is inglorious

Ignoring us, but that's alright, I see the truth-

Lucid

You really think you need the clout to show your worth?

Stupid

You got the skills to hang with giants in the booth?

Prove it

He wanted raw, now they got me back up on my bullshit

[Chorus]

Yeah, coming with the real and we don't back down

I see you talking in the street, but where you at now?

I'm not about calling you out but if the noose fits

Protect your neck 'cause I'm back on my bullshit

Yeah, coming with the real and we don't back down

I'm with my goons, playing shows in the packed house

I'm not about calling you out but if the noose fits

Protect your neck 'cause I'm back on my bullshit

[Verse 3: Chris Webby]

Yeah

I've been the illest motherfucker since my momma had contractions

Sharp as Hattori Hanzo, I'ma cut 'em into fractions

Chiropractor in action the way I be snappin'

I'm spittin' 'til I'm fuckin' blue in the face, Dr Manhattan

When they hit me for collabing, we gon' send 'em to the grave

And they gon' hear the Ekoh like they yelling in a cave

And they gon' feel the Web like they diggin' through the attic

And come across an arachnid and get bit, now they symptomatic

With cold sweats and the shakes, nervous system shutting down

That's the type of venom I'm coming with if you fuck around

Eddie Brock with a mix of Betty Crocker the way I'm cookin'

So you shouldn't, or you'll end up just a fossil in my footprint

I'm a bullet with a name on it, loaded with the aim on it

Point it at the wall behind you just to leave your brains on it

Artist with a fucking canvas full of blood stains on it

Grab the mic and spit some game on it

Webby

[Chorus]

Yeah, coming with the real and we don't back down

I see you talking in the street, but where you at now?

I'm not about calling you out but if the noose fits

Protect your neck 'cause I'm back on my bullshit

Yeah, coming with the real and we don't back down

I'm with my goons, playing shows in the packed house

I'm not about calling you out but if the noose fits

Protect your neck 'cause I'm back on my bullshit