Tone Chop & Frost Gamble - Raising the Bar III
I spaz out on the mic for funI speak my mind cause it hurts
When I bite my tongue
They say I'm being extra when I'm talking facts
I say I'm not being extra
I'm charging tax
Compare me to calculus I'm hard as that
I rap hard while you suckers find it hard to rap
And I love it so I always put my heart in raps
I was miles ahead of y'all now it's a larger gap
When it comes to these beats I be smashing em
Your level of bars is minimum
I'm maximum
And I'm a boss no question
I don't take orders I barely take suggestions
I'm being honest no boasting
I don't just ride the track I be coasting
They call me the reaper no joking
That cold you feel ain't the weather
It's death approaching
Don't get scared now
I can see in your face you in a fear state
And these ain't fair grounds
I'll put you in the dirt I'm talking extra deep
Under the earth a whole twenty extra feet
I feel strongly when I say that you extra weak
Got your bae like Chop give my chest a peak
I'm raising the bar and this is straight talk
You know the program this is a cakewalk
When a beat is around I can smell one
My flows rare I cook tracks til they well done
And serve every single song fresh hot
The stu' is my kitchen they call me chef Chop
Let's rock I feel it's time that you listen up
I know you be stealing rhymes the jig is up
I catch you stealing mines
I'm a make you give 'em up
And never let you live it down
While I live it up
My pops was wise I gotta big em up
He said if your dreams don't scare you
They not big enough
I got big dreams to bag hunnits up
Real big and for the bag
I'll punish ya
So save the bull you pretend
I'm fresh out the bullpen
A bull with the pen
Raging
I get the crowd all boisterous
Always hype to hear me
The voice of the voiceless
Written by:
Anthony Valentine
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