Jerk Chicken Freestyle - CANON

All the things you try to tell me

Don’t really make no sense at all

When you say you’ll always love me

But I don’t feel it when you won’t even call

Haha, yeah

It ain’t a game boy, no matter what button you pushing

Remember the Cross is left in the frame boy

I listen to rap but I ain’t hearing half of the crap in fact I’m jumping my

death to the lane boy

Things just ain’t the same boy, the feeling I’m getting again, is that the pain

or the gain boy?

I get the feeling they get in to make a dollar but color winning,

but women incentive to get a tame boy

And you can take it to the bank with that, 'cause a dollar making them change

ain’t no sense in that

They can’t rap and you don’t wanna make 'em mad

Where the fame and fat acts, how they make you whack

And they made you that, the money can make you act

Like a hairline, the King coming to take you back

You done made us mad, talking 'bout you’re made to rap

'Cause them Angels wanna level with the fame and fad, stop it!

I’m coming lyrically violent

I’m coming like a kamikaze truck doing tricks in the cockpit

The homie rock with, doesn’t rock with

Man you ain’t trippin' I push the limit like a midget in the mosh pit

How hot can a spot get?

If he caught up on the mike, I might burn 'em, 'cause they knock this

Cocky like I got this, but really God got a burner with a lock homie Loch Ness

I’m ripped like a tornado shiftin'

I be lifting up busses and trucks when I twist

Whoever thought making this track, must love an assassination 'cause we murder

to live

Ha, I cut when I’m stuck in the parking lot, while I’m stuck in the skinny’s

I’m tight with it

I’ma snap bringing it back to the game with the rebels, I kill a rocket

Think you jeans in a tight fitted

I don’t get that they don’t get it, these other brothers tryna rap but they

shoes ain’t the right fittin'

Today’s music I’m not feeling, we gettin' numb to the ones who are wrong

instead of right with it

I phone home to the universe to get in closer to the Son and the written verse

I wanna talk about something more than a part of a woman and how they can find

the wrong from a human curse

I’m livin' in this box, lappin' a circle

'Round opponents, I’m like a helicopter movin' when I calm down

Stickin' 'em up, makin' 'em silly, but they hella persistent we like a ref with

a whistle whenever touch down

I’m like is it worth it if I put the work in and if I never get to flirt with

the outcome

When life is givin' me lemons, well, I’ma take it and peel it, and squirt a

little bit and hit 'em 'til the shout comes

Steppin' a game up and I ain’t even givin' the names of lanes

Tryna cover slain, I’ma hang up

You can talk about the vain, the fame, and the insane but nobody can tell me

say that it’s safe, so

It’s all love in beginning until the hate comes

I’m standin' out like a hand out, but shake none

Hit 'em with it, assuming it’s the hottest tune when you make one

Bringin' the heat if I said I’m coming to blaze one

I ain’t down for the sentiment, if I’m talented

You can think what you want like it’s relevant but it ain’t true

How you gonna try to limit the one who put us in this and walk with the canon,

accomplice

You can’t do it

I wish a liar would try to tell me to stay true

A false prophet to cause a fall and a break through

I’m in the game for lames, dang it ain’t true

It’s funny how the sick will help the sick too

And they tell me that Canon can kill the cats, but 'tho lyrically he could step

a dog if he really tried

Now I’m at it, I’m adamant and enamored to hammer them with an immaculate

pattern, a boy they can’t defy

So and then actually you ain’t catching the cap of the cannon I’m coming

passionate, bet I’m crackin' a case for the

Sick rap, I cut the commas and dash out, because I’ma do what I wanna,

plunder and no laughin'