Chris Webby - Raising The Bar lyrics

rate me

Yeah anytime I step I blaze it thoroughly

No one seeing me I need corrective laser surgery

Check my date of birth you see Webby's only 21

Hotter then the summer bitch you know I got it covered son

Get it done when I get up on a beat and I tear it up

Cause all I got in this world is my word and a pair of nuts

Bring em in I'll air em out hustling like escebar

With lyrics sharper then the claws retracted in a leopards paw

Check my repretuar cause I been grinding for a minute

Heh, and even the haters admitted I can spit it

This rapping is a sport to me

Break it down importantly

Whiter then a kilo bitch I'm bringing Boston George with me

Rambling answering the hate and spitting gorgeously

Can't handle him I'm Aniken

And yes I got the force with me

Torture be have them all asking where the chorus be

Bitch I'm good money and nobody affording me

Playing my cards right whiter then a Marb lite

Voice raspier then christian bale in the dark knight

I got my competition saying our fathers

And every fucking hater running scared like Paul walker

I don't fire deadly shots

Never with a semi cocked

Just light up heavy pot and spit venom call me eddy Brock

Webby drops, whether you ready or not heavy metal or pop

So steadily I'll get to the top

Clever as ever so watch the bass and treble will not

So fucking loud it's like getting hit in the head with a rock

I leave em dead or in shock

When I spit I'm a rap rebel

With my size 10 Jordan on the fucking gas pedal

Grab the mic and I go

Ain't nobody messing with the rhythm I flow

Need that dough

Tic tac toe

Break motherfuckers like a kit-kat bro

Hit that dro pass that back

Laying low 20 sack

Then I roll it up and hit it till that's ash

Then my drug dealer gonna get a call back back

On a track accurate that's the reason I'm so relaxed when I rap

Cause the facts are the facts and the fact of it is

Next to em nobody spit this rap

Bring it back

Crowd packed

Dog I'm ripping more beats

Carrying the game just like a baby in the storks beak

I'm serving my competition like roddic

I'm doctor robotic it with knuckles in my pocket

Toxic so fucking dirty you should wash it

Got this hot shit Lebron couldn't block it

Spitting it with flavor

Ripping wisdom on the paper

Bitch I get the block popping

Just like tiger was my neighbor

Precision like a laser no one playing with this

Cause this rap second nature like inhaling a spliff

I just throw together words and I rip shit I'll

No one ever done like christian will

Spit with skills bitch this real

Brain slow down on proscription pills

Need a deal damn straight make the fucking land shake

Ari go looking for me since he seen the fan base

Youtube numbers up Facebook yeah what's up

All you do is Google me and haters keep they mouth shut

Now what like a deer hunter all about bucks

If your trying to burn with me you'll need at least an ounce plus

It's in my nature I guess

I'm fucking meant for this

Ain't no type of censorship equipped for all my sentences

The booth is like my octagon you don't wanna enter this

I'm Anderson silver so step in here your getting leveled quick

Popping stars and I'll be raving until I'm sober

I'm not afraid of shit I'm as brave as the little toaster

Cocaine and some baking soda

I'm crack next up to bat

Griffy junior to these losers

No ones fucking with the stats

Pupils fat and got a bag of molly in the pocket

I'm like pikachu shoving a metal fork into a socket

I'm electric stylorectic all these haters try to mock

It but spit so fucking flawless they can't help it but to jock

It son I rock it and now they all blogging about the hotness

Datpiff hot this week with a million comments

The big new thing read about me in the comics

Under high and low it's rhyme and potent lyrics better watch it

Now I'm back and I rip it up and spit it so nice

Ain't nobody messing with a poltergeist

Skin tone white

Taking flight

So far ahead that I'm out of site

Hat I'm down to fight

Rip it on a mic

There never been a night where my pen don't write

There never been a night that I don't rap nice

When I'm on the right weed and rolled up tight

Hold that mic get it in

Who could ever mess with him

Said go get some levaquin

The medicine you get it then

Show them I'm never settling

Fucking paper shredder em

You wanna step your chances are looking extra slim

Grinding every day reaching the top

And I'm only a step away you don't believe me watch

I'm a beast on the mic

There's nobody left to help you

Cause bitch I'm nice

How many times I gotta tell you?

Damn man, fuck these haters, I'm out, ha.