(SC Static’s Verse)
I apologize in advance I ain’t prepared for these discussions
I’m a bit jet lag from an alien abduction
I barely can function yo your kid is a mockery
As I’m plastered in public to puke and piss on your property
Carving my niche up in this bitch, vision is Godly
So pardon my spit, but I’m a bit syllable sloppy
Cause most Earth rappers are corny ass cowards
Who be frontin’ like Hank Aaron with warning track power
But I ain’t tryna take a visit to the morgue yet
So I’ma walk my dog and have him shit up on your porch step
A problem, a cross between a God and a goblin
You common, like off duty cops drunk driving
Just stop it, I ain’t a fan of your arrogant race
I may appear as a human but homie that ain’t the case
I ain’t the same as all you cyber dummies
The name’s Static bitch, half Cypher Junkie, half spider monkey
(Hook)
New ways of rhymin’ we gon’ redefine
So lay back, blaze that and keep your feet reclined
Yo all we want’s a little doe, a little props
Type of shit you already know’s gon’ be dope before it drops
All we had to do is put Roxpin to the test
Lay a verse, hit up Bravado and Junkies on a text
So get your radios and copy to cassette
East out far as the West, you’re now Rockin’ Wit Da Best
(MC Bravado Verse)
Ayo you’re Rockin’ Wit Da Best, all your followers are dead
I’m about to drop bars like I’m spottin’ and forget
Distracted by the treadmill jogger in the sweats
And all the body builders reppin’ gettin’ brolic with the bench
Press, Yes, squattin’ on the legs
Pecks I’m the opposite of Arnold but I flex
Indispensable pen, pencil a target on your chest
Margin of my error larger while you’re marginal at best
I will face fuck your Mom till her esophagus is red
Then toss her in the Halls with Lozenges for her breath
Ya’ll are novices at best, I constantly progress
While I’m watching your recession like you’re baldin’ in the flesh
Yo take your lady and the W too
She’s done with you and seeks a refund W2
I’m ready rumble WW2
Runnin’ with goons Presidential as the ‘W’ II
(Hook)
New ways of rhymin’ we gon’ redefine
So lay back, blaze that and keep your feet reclined
Yo all we want’s a little doe, a little props
Type of shit you already know’s gon’ be dope before it drops
All we had to do is put Roxpin to the test
Lay a verse, hit up Bravado and Junkies on a text
So get your radios and copy to cassette
East out far as the West, you’re now Rockin’ Wit Da Best
Longtime Style P collaborator Fortes serves up instrumental versions of eight of his productions for the New York rapper. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 22, 2020
