What U Expected Lyrics

[Verse 1:]
I'm not underground and far from a hipster
I don't backpack, my bars like a mixture
Of old schcool on the pro tools throwing my fists up
I'm revoluntary - but ya'll rappers mixed up

And don't confuse with those, cause I am looney with flows
'In-sane when I screw in these bolts
Raps Frankinstien, I had change ta Hyde
Yes I'm monster, my frame of mind

-Is unlike you others who utter friviolus bars
Dancing on stage to those ridicouls songs
But the people got me, so they won't listen ta ya'll
Now let me tell you fukers - what the differecnes are

For one my flows sick, but yours in good health
My records and selling out, while others on wood shelves
I ghostwrite for artists, your someone I could help
What the f*ck you expected, let the hook tell

[Verse 2:]
I'm on fire, ya'll niggas are warming up
It's time ta put em outta of business, board em up
You think you know a bette rapper, then call em up
And I'm make sure you feel stupid you brought it up

Cause weak artists are no match, they sub par
f*ck ya'll, back in the days I woulda snuffed ya'll
And these rappers are always spitting those tough bars
But who the f*ck really believe, this punks hard Nobody in right mind, you sniffin on white lines
If you think f*ckin with my ryhmes
Outta this world, my music's in sci-fi
And I will be a legend but for you it's bye-bye

Say Adios, au revior
And if you think I'm bullshitting let's go bar for bar
The bottomline is, ya'll are barred
What the f*ck you expected, my songs are hard

[Verse 3:]
With Goines on microphone and Static on the beat
Ya'll know it's a problem, when rapping I'm a beast
The song are obsurd, when they tracking what I speak
You can hear Frahakhan, yes I pratice what I preach

So they priase the God, a cult following
People think I'm wise when I rhyme, quote Solomon
The pope honors him- Verbal Vacitin
Sometimes it's over head for the public ta Fathom it

So I drop the I.Q, I.E
Dumb it down, I am no Lupe when I scribe these
The labels narrowed your vision like eyes of chinese
So I choose my words carefully whenever I speak

Cause the media can you make you look foolish
So I keep my constraints, but I'm able ta lose it
And what I bring to the table is proven
What the f*ck you expected, be gratful it's music

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