Elevator Music (feat. The Palmer Squares)

Y'all rappin' clowns that are rappin' now better
 Consider immediate retirement
 Can't make it in the rap school when
 There's a writing and reading requirement
 Ain't found that wordplay, or rhymin' ability?
 Try and acquire it
 Y'all sound like Earth Day
 Recycling lyrics, save the environment
 But I turn off the cruise control and I roll like drivin' manual cars
 But I can outrap you on a bicycle too
 Don't you know that I can handlebars? Yup
 Tell me that I need to rehearse? I consider that libel
 I don't think you could get any worse when y'all
 Couldn't spit a verse if you were chokin' on the bible
 So consider this an Exodus from your rap career
 The Revelation's next and it's
 Not lookin' good for you
 So bow down and respect my ¬new testament
 Thou shalt not kill this shit
 I'm the only murderer, man you know me
 Motherfucker, you're not tight
 You flop like Manu Ginobili
 My rhyme's like Kryptonite
 So don't pick the fight when I grip the mic
 I'm steady kickin' it, burnin' it, put your shit in a tourniquet
 Then I make a blackout like I flicked the light
 Got nothin' on me like nudity
 This rappin' shit's not new to me
 I'm stackin' bread, not gluten free, so
 What the fuck you gonna do to me?
 It's elevator music, yeah that's elevator music
 All these rappers online sound like elevator music
 It's elevator music, yeah that's that elevator music
 Y'all are boring all the time like elevator music
 I got witch hunters in Burkittsville
 Big numbers and a urge to kill
 Bump 30 milligram Percocets
 To the dirty version of Purple Hills
 Find Ac on the blacktop in a red coat like Cliffjumper
 A piff puffer like Chris Tucker
 Chug whiskey then skip supper
 Let's go over the basics
 We're dope and nobody hates us
 Vocal homeostasis
 So all the homies go ape ish
 Your tape gets played in elevators while I'm playin'
 Sold out shows at Reggie's next to Record Breakers
 Catch me later
 What it be? What it is?
 Nobody gets me at all
 Throwing shit at the wall (splat!)
 Just to see if it sticks
 Puffin' tree in the whip, roamin' the streets
 Keep that weed smoking aroma
 He don't even know what it mean like mesothelioma
 Iconoclastic squadon
 Finna max the profits
 I got some narcotics stashed in my pockets
 And a wad of cash in my sock
 Just keep calm, be nonchalant
 Commandant and phenomenon
 Sleep in a coffin, call me the Count
 Reach in your pockets all the way down
 Bottom line: if you fuck with our clique, I'm not surprised
 Who wouldn't?
 You pushin' a large abundance of redundant garbage
 And the problem lies behind your plot to economize
 As opposed to open your chakras wide
 A conscious mind is not a crime
 Stone Age philosophies fossilized
 So when I pick up the mic I'mma use it well
 And I'mma think of a rhyme I can truly tell
 Is gonna shake up the status quo in this hip-hop shit
 And now you're knowin' that when I spit
 I'm itchin' to get in a position
 To show a coward that I can brawl
 Fire Emblem the entire section
 I'm overpowered like Ike in Brawl
 I smash flows, then I play a little game of Super Smash Bros
 Unmatchable and I lack foes
 'Cause everybody's too afraid to attack, bro!
 So I tell a hater, like Gary Oak, "I'll smell ya later"
 Risin' up and I'm excellin' greater
 When I'm ridin' up in my elevator
 And I'm out