Hold Your Applause - Reks

Beat bully bogart

The booth with the flow darts

Name synonymous with Shakespeare, Mozart

Cape Fear go hard, villain with the pencilling

Not a pot to piss in and I’m sick, where the insulin?

Pay attention and you ain’t got to get hurt

Backslap your smirk, yanked out of your shirt

Raps back you jerk, thanks Mr. Lamar

Reks enter the bar, hangover tomorr'

Ding-a-ling swing so far down her jaw

It be ticklin' the belly from her insides ya’ll

Arrogant well yes-I-R

Cause I’m in category 1 of 1, best of best with the thoughts

Confess I impress to a fault

See with nothing left to exalt the love affair halt

The hatin' then commence, apron on the hips

I be baking up the hits, movin' up the list

Cookin' up the classics, Betty Crocker bitch

Yeah he talkin' shit back it up like the Pips

On a midnight train the brain ignite memories

Of pain, paint murals in the rain

Rhythmatic, the King

I bet you think you know about bars

About similes and metaphors

Hope the voice is compelling for the art of storytellin'

Please hold your applause

I been the D-ON for eons, studying the sci-ence

Math and the literature, R-E-King supreme one

Sorry to demean dumb

Niggas, but you dumb niggas lean on

The wrong understanding, my green thumb

Plant seeds in new breeds to heed, uh

Each one teach one, knowledge proceed

I bleed from artery with heart on my sleeve

Believe the culture been devoured by these vultures of greed

So I don’t need none

Of your approval, I’m approvin' myself

In booth with myself as motivation holdin' the belt

Most lyrical to have his joint still on the shelf

I spill on the book, leave 'em shook

Earthquake felt, the words they will

Force dudes to take they L

Take they O, take they S

Then another S, brother Reks discover the best kept secretive

Ascap need to just keep the check repeat-itive

Repetitive, whatever bitch

I’m better with putting the letters together shit

And you don’t stop rockin' wit'

This showin' off with the spit

So long to the next eulogy I got a script

No more, that’s all that’s it, bitch

I bet you think you know about bars

About similes and metaphors

Hope the voice is compelling for the art of storytellin'

Please hold your applause