The Connect - Chris Webby

Coming straight up out the cave of wonders

I played the game like I’m at Dave &Buster's

So if you want a shot at me you better take a number

Cause see, I’m 'bout to fuck the world until I break the rubber

Rape and plunder, you better stay and cover

I’m coming for the iron throne, got white walker in my chromosomes

From a place beyond the wall you shouldn’t go alone

Icy flesh up on my frozen bones

Eyes the color of the meth that Walter cooked up in his mobile home

I go to war and bring that wild aggression

Like Khaleesi’s dragons every time I rhyme in a session

I’m not wishing on a star for no divine intervention

I’m just killing everybody thats in the line of succession

Leaving impression just check my analytics

Or you can read my origin story up in the hieroglyphics

And your knocky genetics mix with the scientific experimental test that took my

mind to a higher limit

Higher learning way before I was a rap vet

Introduce you dummies to my crash test

Still Connecticut up on my driver’s license address

The type of breed we never had yet

I’m the one they talk about under they breath

Never say it out loud or I come for they neck

And I’m a double your bet

Take shots, nothing but net

Stacking green like the fucking Connect

Yeah, I’m the one they talk about under they breath

Never say it out loud or I come for they neck

And I’m a double your bet

Take shots, nothing but net

Stacking green like the fucking Connect (Yeah)

You see I never been a fighter, I just kill them with my wits

And I’m smarter than most, so shit’s as simple as it gets (true)

Got a little bad thing licking on my dick (ugh)

Again and again like I’m living in a .gif

Or a boomerang, I pack the hookah with a super strain

Rolling with the Koopah gang, right up out the sewer drain

Mutant ninja rapper baby I’m a do my thang

While I’m maneuvering, through your ladies Nuvaring

Ain’t no way out there to measure me

I tip the scales very heavily as I cleverly prepare the recipe

And cook-up all this fire every Wednesday with nothing but the bare necessities

Webby be a mongrel, I’ll do to you what happened to those people that booked a

room in the movie Hostel, I’m hostile

I’ll leave you horizontal, way down with the fossils

Christian Webster flipping letters like I’m playing Boggle

Grab a pair of goggles, baby get a scuba mask

Cause you’ll be sleeping where the groupers and the tunas at

Like Luca Brasi can’t even find you with google maps, do the math

Your is back

I’m the one they talk about under they breath

Never say it out loud or I come for they neck

And I’m a double your bet

Take shots, nothing but net

Stacking green like the fucking Connect

Yeah, I’m the one they talk about under they breath

Never say it out loud or I come for they neck

And I’m a double your bet

Take shots, nothing but net

Stacking green like the fucking Connect (Yeah)

I’ve been patiently waiting for a track to explode on

They don’t ever know what it go down when I get my zone on

You better go long, because my throwing arm is the same one I hold the mic with,

it’s so strong;

mighty Joe Young

Oh lord I’ve been so gone

So fucking high I’ve been passing right through the

Webby spit it so cold you gon' need to keep your winter coat on for the whole

song

I’m the one they talk about under they breath

Never say it out loud or I come for they neck

And I’m a double your bet

Take shots, nothing but net

Stacking green like the fucking Connect (Yeah)

Yeah, I’m the one they talk about under they breath

Never say it out loud or I come for they neck

And I’m a double your bet

Take shots, nothing but net

Stacking green like the fucking Connect (Yeah)