[Intro: Bruce Lee]
I said empty your mind
Be formless, shapeless, like water
[Robby K.]
Mr.K
[Bruce Lee]
It's not an easy skill to learn, I've been practicing it for many years
[Verse: Robby K.]
My flow is better than all these so said go getters
Writing bars are tedious so fucking take me serious
You probs gonna block me and then try to spam me tho
How you gonna be all talk and still suck at grammar yo
Liquor store with a buck and a couple cents
You know I come with that PE influence and now every time a bitch flirt I curve her, then hop on the mic and commit pre-meditated murder. Sometimes I need to vent my thoughts
I don't care if what you meant was right or wrong the point is you don't know how to write a song or rap, you don't even spit, your lips chapped
My flow don't pay attention to stop sign, you don't even pay attention when I drop rhymes, so stop lyin, I'm a microphone murderer, always ahead of the learning curve, so when you see me you better swerve, live or let live or live and learn uh
They gonna have to make Robby tight beats soon, I'm the type of goon that's good at typing too, new age Compton koon and you could be ghetto at heart but I don't settle for smart cause I ain't tryna push a cart for Walmart eh eh eh
Droppin bars since like Christmas b so you best be listening when I drop bars out the chimney, I got Jiminy on that beat eh, another page, another day, we didn't come this far not to make a play and you best believe you're on my radar, kicking verses like I'm Namar, so you best stay far eh eh
This is not for the arrogant, hard to swallow like asparagus, and I don't spoon feed you bullshit like your parents did
Weak ass rhymes I don't fuck with that, wanna throw a little tit for tat, it's my habitat and you're in the wrong enclosure, br boys taking over, Robby chosin and now we controlin
Ybr boys don't wanna expose him, can't expose something thats already out there, his rhymes poor like welfare, and I swear, Robby's flashing like time square, perfect software, and boy you buggy, and it bugs me how bummy dudes can rap about Sunny D and act like they're funny, you fake like the easter bunny uh
We back at it, check my lyrical analysis, put you in paralysis, but the challenge is showing why they mentally challenged eh, provin they ain't talented, and too much word play, too many punchlines, I need to work faster boy, give me an enzyme, its prime time, and its my time to commit these lyrical war crimes and water down guys that got more salt than a french fry
My br crew needs no introduction, blowin up like volcanic erruption, my metaphors will give you a concussion, and now your blood is rushin, and you blushin, now cause u finally fucked your cousin cause you realized nothing you do will let you crush the toughin crew whether you pale or Russian, sorry boo
Ay yo, what the fuck, that shit is fake, and you swallow it up, fake bitches actin like they don't swallow enough and your song is worse than the theme song for Barbie, I'm sorry not sorry, but I'm like next gen and you barely a tari, and you better saying someone your own size, try someone like Ari