Cowboy Bebop

[Intro: Cowboy Bebop]
(What are you?)
(Just a humble bounty hunter, ma'm.)

Look
Word, check it
Look, Young 'Vinci
Nigga, check it
Look

Okay

Peeping the difficult flow
Man I be takin the mic and I’m
Making it glow
Picking apart like a drone
Lemme go kill the rating, you be making a clone
Now takin a step in a cynical, sickin'
That mind that be makin me contemplating
Every nigga wanna ride the wave
Till I be the shark in the water to take off a limb
In a minute I’m gonna be killin you niggas
I’m livin’ a villain, I’m 'bout all my business, I gotta stay focused
You niggas will witness it like a Jehovah’s
I gotta be innovating, you be emulating
You assimilating, but I gotta bring it man
I gotta preach that you can be anything that you wanna be
Due to yo' mind I see it as a youngin
You either rock or get rocked as I fight on blocks
But I stop, cause I wanna chill and just watch that Bebop
But now I stock up on lyrics that pops any icon in the mouth
Like a bad son that constantly back talks
Look

Bringing the heat and I’m bringing it back
In a way that be killin the rest
Yes
Young Davinci, man I got a feeling
That these niggas really feeling pressed
Yes
Mind is over matter
I know that you niggas missed me
This classic nigga that kills me
They calling me Young Davinci

Shoot my shot make sure you get low mane like lunch time
My mind is like a shape-up, so my head is filled with sharp lines
Killing a beat and I'm goin' to jail for murder, yeah that's hard time
Even if you tip-toe around the kid, that be a large fine
I'm too driven
And I'm never talk' about Toyotas
I'm master Luke with the Force
You lookin like toy Yodas
I don't grip
I was in a drive by with toy soakers
But I still swarm these half ass rappers like more locusts
So focus
I run the game, you movin' in slow motion
I brag alot but I'm swift and too slick like warm lotion
That last bar made 6 heads turn like it's The Exorcist
You rappers on the edge, my ratchet extends like a ghetto bitch

Connect this piece to yo' head like it's a lego
Shit, I'm not a violent person, in the mornin I eat Eggo
With some bacon, I concentrate in the booth like orange juice
For the bread, not a biscuit
I'm a protein like the eggs do
See that's a balanced breakfast
Before I leave theres no need for my jacket when I'm too hot Because I stay invested
My word play's vicious and your brain is being tested
I'm throwin punch lines while you ain't fighting back
I'm mentally crazy
Lyrical life hack
When I'm light smacked
With my mic scratched
I'm the shit and you smellin' like light ass
If you bitin' you bitin back
You in my cynical mind, I devise any rhyme
I'm deleting your history, your career might crash
Like an old mac
Gunnin a cool cat
Lemme go prove that
I abuse tracks
From the fast rap
To the hood trap
To the boom bap
When the room claps
They go "who's that?"
With the cool naps
With the rude raps
That be lyrically schooling these niggas with a science formula leaving almost every MC outclassed
You be outmatched
Ain't no clout match
I'm a skilled nigga, you just spout trash

(Goddamn!)
(Yo, lemme scratch that)

Look
That bar made no sense like these rappers rhyme scheme
I think I can body anyone, investigate my own crime scene
I could be something crazy, he called me lyrical penis
I'm fuckin over these rappers, they hopin' to get my gene
Yes
I must spit and bust mentals like a concussion
Pause, man call me time cause I'm something that never stops

Mathematical genius, no fallice
I get the sum up, then multiply when subtracting the haters in my division
Davinci
But while I'm sitting here at four in the morning
Remorphing my syllables' form
I'm performing yet difficult lore like a ritual
Pour more words said by oracles through the door
Soar, therefore score more whores
Than worse rappers I corpsed
Typical

My poor morals go for more war than Trumps and generals
Toppin me is like a vicious cycle, never minstrel
You miniscule
I massacre
You askin' for some ass to touch
I blast my album in a massive truck
While clappin' smashin' guts
You average rappers pass 'em up
Stackin' up rappin' caskets
Elastic, a dragon savage
That's passin' iconic classic
Immaculate task master
No blessin can match me
If you snap to the nearest Vatican church, then ransack it
Find the pope, Saran wrap him
Then scared of the haphazard, you spazz and you back-hand him
Then realise it back-lashes
You burn him and take his ashes and pose him up in your attic And hopin' that you get blessed cause he ain't touching kids badly
(Goddamn!)
Want full respect on every last mineral
Every camera's on me, do your job nigga, interview
Cause I'm the one you can't come in between
You get no interlude
You try to slide by but step back into an inner loop
In a loop
Gettin' it, makin' a lyrical business an inner tool
If I had a choice then Cowboy Bebops how I finish you
Cause even if it's not the most popular in the world
The meaning behind is just like my lyrics, it'll be unveiled
Young Davinci