Fighters - CANON

Fighter, tell 'em I’m a rider

Tell 'em better hold up

Unless you confident, you know us

I’m in the passenger seat while God is controllin' my

Life and career, my life’s in His hands while upholdin' us

I’m Meteor Man with the microphone, lord of the golden touch

I’m so gone with the challenge, which one of these rappers as cold as us?

Envision a vicious deadly venom comin' wit you, I’m the snake in the closet

I’m an anaconda, breakin' bone with the feature preacher, get the antibiotic

I’m the gin and tonic plus a pomegranate, I’m a knuckle head with the sonic

New rappers, get 'em abolished, honest, just wanted to polish

Wax on wax off with caution, I jargon with Marvin the Martian

I beg you my pardon, this is a walk in the park in the garden of

Lyrical style, with limitless nouns and syllables and vowels down to ground

Down for the countdown, get up out of my town

You gotta create with your own sound, rip with a cold style

Make a beat with a phone dial, call a friend and tell them that they on now

Hold on now, hang up the phone and tell 'em that the mother is home now

I got go clean up the laundry and fold all them clothes now

Give 'em bars, handle, chocolate or expectation

When you come in the booth, you see fat glands and condensation

I can’t shake what I’m good at, not even a game to play with Loose Canon got

three V’s on the station, who’s down for the patience?

Don’t get mad at me cause I’m not your average rapper

I’ll go and rap on beats by Dr. Dre or Marshall Mathers

I’m after the Lord’s heart, speedin' tryin' to go faster

So whether I eat on this beat or another, why should it matter?

All things are permissible but not all beneficial

You question why I do this, hold on, let me get with you

I’m past spittin' cannons, get ready, I’m shooting missiles

Don’t put me in your box, I don’t want it so take it with you

The squares can’t fit in my circle, get in shape, you wanna be a part of this?

Follow me with the torch aimed to the sky to show you what the honor is

I’m an octagon of an artist, too many sides with one face

My style is too fat, taking up space while I’m rapping in one place

Tell 'em I’m a fighter

They just wanna hang with the squad

They just want chains and the broad

Mess around and get paid, wait up

Just consider what the payment is later

All I hear chit-chat talkin' and banterin'

If you think you got a message to give 'em hold up ya banners then

I don’t see them fightin' for justice, who is that, they never been a fan of Him

Hashtags with fifty-thousand followers gon' stand with Him

I can’t believe I wanted more cause the morgue got a price tag

If some Christians knew the cost of a follow they’d give His life back

Dyin' daily is costly, sin and death for their wages

Grace if given for abominations but not all for the savin'

I can Diddy bop and Shmoney dance when I hear dat

They say that only God can judge 'em but they don’t fear that

All you been dishin' out, you gone take for

He got guns bigger than ones that you got a case for

The media gotcha while you been Harlem Shakin' for dollars

Twenty seconds for the fame on the Gram will take all your honor

Prostitutin' for likes while they Twitter spammin' for followers

Better hold your breath while the new beginnings come back to swallow ya

They just wanna hang with the squad

They just want chains and the broad

Mess around and get paid, wait up

Just consider what the payment is later

Tell 'em I’m a fighter, tell 'em I’m a rider

Better hold up

Unless you’re confident, you know us

I’m a fighter

Tell 'em I’m a rider

Better hold up

Unless you’re confident, you know us

Yeah, fighter