[Chorus: Muchi]
Spreading fire damage
Don’t need the help, but I keep companions
When you speak to me, where your table manners?
This is the real king of the hill, I’m staying standing
Dawg quit complaining
So behind, I done beat the basics
When you speak to me, where your table manners?
This is the real king of the hill, I’m staying standing
[Verse 1: Muchi]
When I started rapping, they upped the standards
When you started rapping, they upped their pampers
All these babiеs wanna be the man, but they tеnd to fall to the hoes and glamour
I got standards, start some banter
I’m the table, know I got the manners
Your verses dead, they all got the cancers
I’m not sway, cause I got the answers
I think the world really trying to test me
They can’t mess with me, I’m the bestie
Mother nature go ahead play with my testes
Kiss my anus, say that with French speak
Look, the same thing we got is time
The same way you could get ahead, I’ll do five
The same brace on your silly leg, I run by
The same pace as me, myself, and I
[Chorus: Muchi]
Spreading fire damage
Don’t need the help, but I keep companions
When you speak to me, where your table manners?
This is the real king of the hill, I’m staying standing
Dawg, quit complaining
So behind, I done beat the basics
When you speak to me, where your table manners?
This is the real king of the hill, I’m staying standing
[Verse 2: justicexavier]
My name is known all over the globe, but on the East Coast, I’m considered a goat
In any discussion, my name is potent
My influence on the game's impotent
The way I float, it’s impossible to not notice they taking notes
And promise you, being on the other side of the mic is honorable
'Til I fuck up your follicles, it stains the most
I’m not old, but a muthafuckas's respect been gained the most
When everyone you consider big bro been saying to coach 'em
You said you need space, go lay in the ocean
The gap between our skills like Aaliyah and R. Kelly, real basement shit
Boom box on the pavement, man of class, you not getting a verse from me until the payment hit
Talkin' my shit cause I feel that y’all ain’t get the message yet
The flow is gritty, but the cadence makes you feel it’s heaven-sent
See, I’m a walking contradiction
The words that I depict are my real life and y’all fiction
I’m grateful for the skills that I was blessed with
The next mission on my checklist is earning respect from all the folks I wanna be next with
Haters can suck a dick respectfully with no protection
Too raw for the public, I don't think they fuck with the message
See, I make music for the youth that feel that they don’t have a voice
The people who wanna end it all and feel that they don’t have a choice
You can follow in my path, spread the truth, bring the noise
Or you can drown in your sorrows all alone way in the void like
The choice is yours, bitch
TEST RUN was written by Muchi & justicexavier.
TEST RUN was produced by Muchi.