basement - HALBERD, Atwood, Love-Sadkid

Don’t go running around in these circles

You’ll trip and fall and you’ll hurt yourself

And I’m thinking I might exert myself

The worth of the passion

The work that I’m patching through

Ain’t nobody really asking you

And I’m rolling through dirt

I’mma push through the mud

I’mma get to the surface

And receive the love

And I’m saying there’s nobody flowing like me

Cadence of gold and I’m thinking I’ll eat

And I’m beating these tracks like Muhammad Ali

I’mma beast

K-i-d unique wanna see where I compete

Houdini mixed with awkward teen

Because these verses be so magic

And I spit them shits so mean

Woo woo woo woo

Damn I’m not fucking with you

Spitting this sickness, no it’s not written I swear

And I’m singing my mind’s tune

No but I’m working

I’m teaching the lesson give me a month and the hour

No, I don’t need no setlist

If I’m bored then I’ll free up my next list

Who are you talking to yeah?

Tell me who you’re talking to

I’ve been grinding from the basement

Still I gotta lot to do

Let’s establish who’s the raddest

I’mma dapper rapper dude

But even so let’s keep this going 'cause I gotta lotta tunes

I’ve been killing this, not even just recently

I’ll admit the beat if you can really just compete with me

No truly y’all can see

And even pack my bags and go

Even so I know that y’all don’t matter

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Everyday we be getting this shit

That said for 100 keep it to it and go

They cannot fuck with the vision

I want I get it so i’mma get two anymore

Homies been flipping, I just be chilling

Kicking it like Tae-kwan-do

Came fast like like i’mma in a man

Last when I finish I say in the microphone

Eyy I’m faded yuh yuh ey I’m faded yuh

Chillin' with the squad

And we talking how we goin' make it yuh

No control, ain’t remotely good

I got holy books and if God ain’t on me

Man that shit is ok 'cause I know, I know, I know I wish he could

Bright bright when the lights on

The Mic on might come any second ey

Click click with the night com

And I shine on when the time gone I go ape shit

So don’t say shit, no patience, and I’ll make it

I just thank shit, i’mma amazing

It ain’t nothing from my space ship

So who the fuck you talking to?

That’s a tat, I did not ask you

I’mma spas on the instruments too

I done came in and snatch your bitch too

Catch me with my day ones

Talk shit out my phone and say boy you fucking crazy

Who the fuck you talking?

To it’s kid, halberd and afternoon, don’t forget Atwood too

(That's just how we do)

Who you talking to yeah?

Tell me who you’re talking to

I’ve been grinding from the basement

Still I gotta lot to do

Let’s establish who’s the raddest

I’mma dapper rapper dude

But even so let’s keep this going cause I gotta lotta tunes