Basic Shit

Verse 1:
I spit some fire, the most basic shit you’ve heard
One touch on the mic and I’m a lyrical nerd
And your head gets red like a valvet ant ass
When I pull the lines straighter than in Algebra class
It’s the same shit repeated and I can’t find any balance
I write verse after verse in a 30 minute challenge
Getting born into the genre, no soul, no metal
I’m a credit taking name between legit- and joke battles

Bridge:
This situation is written from experience
It’s everyday and every night, that’s how get my lyrics and
I just coulda shut up or debate on this
But I know you get vibes, when I write my basic shit!

Hook:
Juggling wordplay, struggling hurts mate
I’m coming in first place, although I’m just a lazy bitch
I’m becoming a flirt bate, serve raps on desert plates
You get hyped when I write some basic shit
Juggling wordplay, struggling hurts mate
I’m coming in first place, although I’m just a lazy bitch
I’m becoming a flirt bate, serve raps on desert plates
You get hyped when I write some basic shit

Verse 2:
My playground after school: playlists on my phone
Stumbling upon a rhyme and the source is rhymezone
I’m an oxymoronic, lyric dropping retard
I’m writing aggressive bars, when I listen to ASMR
You got the ace in your sleeve, when I play my cards
It’s normal to spit shit, when you’re facing an arse
I get a question to voice act, when a backed up vote kills
I smack you left and right like my backup vocals

Bridge:
This situation is written from experience
It’s everyday and every night, that’s how get my lyrics and
I just coulda shut up or debate on this
But I know you get vibes, when I write my basic shit!

Hook:
Juggling wordplay, struggling hurts mate
I’m coming in first place, although I’m just a lazy bitch
I’m becoming a flirt bate, serve raps on desert plates
You get hyped when I write some basic shit
Juggling wordplay, struggling hurts mate
I’m coming in first place, although I’m just a lazy bitch
I’m becoming a flirt bate, serve raps on desert plates
You get hyped when I write some basic shit

Verse 3:
And I’m sitting in my chair until my brain turns idle
While you copy your verses like they did it in the bible
Just to rush your stuff out like time’s watched by a panel
Up until I have to mute the whole promotion channel
And I battle any rapper, that comes down into my cellar
I’m prepared, since a page is my cave and I’m the dweller
Page after page like I’m stuck in a library
And I wanted to do this song, since I discovered irony

Bridge:
This situation is written from experience
It’s everyday and every night, that’s how get my lyrics and
I just coulda shut up or debate on this
But I know you get vibes, when I write my basic shit!

Hook:
Juggling wordplay, struggling hurts mate
I’m coming in first place, although I’m just a lazy bitch
I’m becoming a flirt bate, serve raps on desert plates
You get hyped when I write some basic shit
Juggling wordplay, struggling hurts mate
I’m coming in first place, although I’m just a lazy bitch
I’m becoming a flirt bate, serve raps on desert plates
You get hyped when I write some basic shit