get from round

Lyrics

, uh, yessir, it's chris webby, 2-0-3, where you at?, ha-ha, yeah, get from out of my vicinity, listen see, this is the dude who be flyer than a griffin, b, sippin' tea, gettin' my voice right to strike out willingly, ready for the game, already had my epiphany, now who could get rid of me, i show no sympathy, when i hit the track i make 'em jump like jiminy, cricket, and bitches be bewildered by my wizardry, and opponents be gettin' michael j fox jittery, can't tell if i'm dreaming, somebody start pinching me, how do i keep killing these critics with my similes, metaphors, i'm the megazord, y'all feeling me, i'll rap from now until you count to infinity, flower like mozart, conducting my symphony, holding down on stage with my main man timothy, simply a pot-head, i am the epitome, but i am who i am and nobody could reconfigure me, you think there was ten of me, the way i crush my enemies, a guaranteed recipe for disaster, come step to me, generally, you don't even know how potent the venom be, i'm handsome, young and in charge like john kennedy, there is no discrepancy, i'm illy with my weaponry, i got the front goin' at the theater, no one's ahead of me, i'm losin' it mentally, but flowing indelibly, so, who here could measure me 'cause you know who webby be, just know that webby be readily rolling up that heddy tree, smoking 'til i'm 70, get at me, and i'm spittin' it fatal, on demand like digital cable, make heads spin like a dreidel, i am able and mad nice, so bitch you better act right, 'cause steppin' to me is like seeing clay aiken and shaq fight, hit 'em so hard that i knock 'em to their past life, even though i'm white enough to glow in front of black lights, that's right, i am the best you can't mess bro, nike kicks, wardrobe trashed from mark echo, let's go, blazing the shit, got haze in the spliff, bitch, i'm number one like i'm taking a piss, but i spit out number two 'cause what i say is the shit, bitch, i'm hungry in the game i need a table for six, there's no evasion from this, 'cause i'm a leave them on the floor dead, 'cause y'all are about as hard as an infant's forehead, i run this shit 'til i got sore legs, i need a stretch, hip hop chia pet, living off of weed and sex, line 'em all up, i'll knock 'em down, i can beat the best, now i need a breath, i need a rest, ha-ha, that's just how it is baby, it's bars all day, i just drop bars, whatever hobby, we goin' to the top, baby, yessir, get from round me, ha