Byron G (feat. Domo Genesis & The Whooliganz)

Y'all might as well get the music ready kuz this is fin to take a while
 And i've been working on this thing. They've told me about humble... humble-ness, humility. Um, i don't like it. It doesn't feel natural. But I hear it works for a lot of celebrities and brings them a long way when they act like they don't deserve things. And now i'd like to thank people at the label who i know like: Rob Pasco and Matt Voss and Byron G...
 Byron G!
 I give a fuck who's who
 I chef the same when I'm preparing it
 From bad kid to semi-rich middle-aged American
 Rooted in my heritage, wounded for the derelicts
 The root of every evil is the truth of all appearances
 I crack the sound but the beat is still a barrier
 And every fucking inch of every street around this area
 The Venice carry us up like dough rises
 Rap transit all city, no license
 The city is beneath, I watch it from a bird's eye
 Brain dead, two left, they shot me in my third eye
 Shot out my eye like a BB gun on Christmas day
 Reach for pistols as I watch the fuckin' Pistons play
 I set the tone with the writings on the wall
 The city cleans it up like we inviting 'em all
 Evolution's all messed up now, chop the middleman
 Stab the messenger, not the literal
 I ran without a cause and was the best before I knew shit
 Before I took a cruise ship, before I been to Houston
 I ain't tying up loose ends I let 'em waiver
 Pulling out these lavers and pounding out the pavement
 Gone
 I'm the lyrical gangsta
 I be a young motherfucker of the rap camp
 Style symbolizes my nastiness like a tramp stamp
 Wamp wamp, where it's at
 Fear fact, just let them legends die and I'll inherit that
 I'm fit for the carry, weight of the world I carry on my back
 With a fairer sack, inquisitions to the mirror
 Exactly what niggas fearing, see the future in it's clearest
 It is I, Doms, dropping lyrical pipe bombs
 Until an icon, I choke your life like a python
 I'm who the children look up, probably got 'em doing kush ups
 Super high, call me Superfly, bitch I'm Jimmy Snuka
 Got you feeling like you took a hit of heroin
 And that's for veterans, the way I bury 'em, embarrassing
 You know better than puttin' that fire near the kerosine
 I said don't make me tell again like kids with speech impediments
 They can't see where my head is, I'm ahead
 Roll the credits, roll the medics
 Getting high till I feel I'm copacetic
 Yo I've been trying to keep it silent, my tendency to violence
 The suit and tie be fading, the truth about the shining
 The sliding through the masses, smiling eyes through glasses
 My style been altercated all the while to pile my cash in
 But fuck that though, I want a ho that stay up late
 My dirty bottom bitch to fuck with me until the wake
 Mad illegal C.R.E.A.M, ain't no rules, that's the dream
 In regal swimming pools prepping tools for future schemes
 Laying low and creeping it, selling dope and sleeping it
 Wrap the dough up in a rope, keep in what I'm sleeping in
 Mattress fettucini, life's a flick and I'm Fellini
 Pinky diamond rings above the rims of ice martinis
 Trees throughout the day, hour focused in a haze
 We living life the most, been comatosed all the way
 The toast to hell that may, cause making bread legit's too real
 So I'm folding on the stress of life to steal to catch a meal
 Wankland Audio Paul and the Magical Sleigh Bell Narrator: It was a cold and stormy night when the one young paul sat scouring by the fire light; composing away. It was another Christmas. The carolers outside his window sang with glee as they rode by in a sleighbell that created a sound that was so magnificent that paul ran to the window
 Paul: This sound, i must capture it, but how?
 Narrator: He set about to scour the land in search for the most resilient and brilliant of sleigh bells. His father said he'd lost his marbles
 Paul's Father: Paul, I'm your father. You've lost your marbles
 Narrator: But no... young Paul, steadfast in his ways, travelled the land far and wide, capturing the sound of every sleigh bell he could. He travelled... oh the might!