Yuh…
Now I know I ain’t shit
But I can do this
Check it
I’m ready
Call me Spongebob walking. No arms heavy
No mom’s spaghetti
Just me being ready for the art spreading
Got an army ready to rock on lead beats
Stompin on dead beats like my deadbeat dad
But he’s gone steady all the time and I find that I’m
Getting madder every time that the thought gets me
Look, now he’s going steady with a new girl
My step Mom. I be vomiting
From Dusk until Dawn gets me
How horrible my father be a monstrosity
I’m talkin he, took pics of him fuckin some odd bitty
Had it on his camera and I saw it when he saw me he kept on yelling
Screaming in my ear I was 9 maybe
10 when he left for the last time and I was not ready
He never socked me but mom would bleed
Now like this beat Imma knock heavy
See that was me couldn’t think of a line
That didn’t have him I was seeking to find
Something new and I found it when I pounded these sweet lettered rhymes
Look, I think it's neat how I grind
To be better than the man who gave me human life
One day I’ma call em up and say we gon’ meet you and I
I’ma bring twenty knives
Push a couple in real deep through his eyes
Stab his back, neck, chest, feet, spleen, and his thighs
Cut him up into pieces
Feed the fishes with the pieces of meat that I fried
But this song ain’t about my father
Why bother ever talkin about it?
My doppler don't have him
He don’t bother me so I must walk around it
This topic. Pause it
Flip flop it spit that hip hop shit. Those sick knots in my ripped phonics
Start a big brawl in the venue cuz I shit on it
And I pissed off the other bitch artists who ain’t as good as this kid on spits
Come and lick my dick. I am fit for this
Don’t you know that I’ma different
Species like I did come in a really really big spaceship
Come tell me how my dick tasted
Guess ignorance woulda been bliss for this
Benjamins. I’m making them. But no not a lot, not yet
I’m not the top one percent. They say Ian T’s a prospect
I just want to say I object. I ain’t shit I got no toilet
So music’s been my outlet. Now it’s gained me quite the respect
I’m not ridin up on no jets. My Subaru, it needs fixed
My mom’s basement’s where I am set. So why haters so damn upset
That I’m finally on my flex
I been binding all my lyrics with that fire that’s in my chest
Breath it out on every set
See
Everytime I get up on the beat you know I gotta kill it
Gotta fill it on up with a bit of lyric demolition
Never said I’m better than the veterans on television
But I’m getting closer every time I visit my addictions
I’m a little different with the way I flow and I’ll admit it
I’m a little psycho. I go off on this and that and I get mad
They say it’s bad or that it’s whack but that ain’t fact because I’m rad
You disagree? You better back track fast ‘for I bash that ass
Yea, that’s that shit from a flash back past
You’ll never catch me spittin half ass rap
Eh, you’ll never catch me I’m a fast ass rapper
That Ian T’s a Problem
Ain’t nothing gonna stop him
Some say he’s quite obnoxious
I tell em… Hold up
You don’t want to be enemies. You don’t want to try ending me
I’m a little ahead of thee with no thanks to my pedigree
I’m a pedal to the metal ‘till I’m way out ahead of these
Other rappers getting shitty that my rapping is everything
So I hope you are ready g because if you are tempting me
Imma be the epitome of your worst kinda enemy
Imma let out my energy after U like the letter V
Many people are dead to me. Many want to be next to me
I can’t even comprehend how all this shit has already seen
The light of day and upsetting me when I’m only twenty three
I need heaven or it’s hell but it already is hell to be
Who I am so I just write it hoping somebody’s getting me
My mind is deafening and I wish it would let me be
The only time it does is when I go and write it in melodies
So when I start trembling or go and cry about everything
Gotta talk it in a phonic or there never is rest for me
Got it in the bag. I'm not gon’ stop for like anything
Got them talking bout my phonics drop it steadily
Heavily getting at my foes before they step to me. Are you getting me?
Just broke a mother fucking record better remember me, hoe
I’m dope. Imma say it again for you hoe
I’m dope. Imma say it again for you hoes
I’m dope. Imma say it again for you hoes
I’m dope. Imma say it again for you hoes
I’m dope
Hahahaha… Ahhh… Alright
Ian Taylor released Record Breaker on Tue Feb 23 2021.