Foreman

[Verse 1]
I’m never faking or ever hating your
Steez, I’m just training more, til I’m aching sore
Please, I’ll be making scores til I’m taking tours
Making more cheese, racing towards what I’m aiming for
Geez, making doors open up like ding dong
If you don’t know what up then you think wrong
I’m growing up to that King Kong
Blowing up like a stink bomb
Know I’m up to the challenge
So I throw it up like it’s ping pong
'Cause I’m ready to serve...
I said I'm ready to serve
I'm never deterred
Clever with every word
And letter, I better be heard
Incredibly sturdy
I’m an endeavorin’ nerd
I’ve never been lesser than worth
Giving a chance
Couple of rips in my pants
Man, I’m forever absurd
If you’re giving a glance
To me when I’m spitting advanced
It’s hitting your retina blurred
And what you hear from
Your two ear drums is my flow
Like no dude here that
You do hear on the mic, yo
I know, this dude here runs
On truth serum, I might go
Psycho, I do fear none
'Cause truth serum’s my nitro

[Verse 2]
You can spot the difference, mumble rap’s the wrong addition
To the game, hope they don’t remain there (remainder) like long division
I got power with words and a lotta rhythm
So I put the powers in verse (inverse) like a logarithm
Know I’m the bomb, but no one ever hears duds
So I gotta blow up, get it popping like beer suds
Spilling ink, until I got a hollow pen, yo
Hot as jalapeños all up in yo earbuds
My music is lava
I’m oozing persona, not using a comma
I’m human, but I’mma be Buddha, I gotta
Pursue my nirvana, Hakuna Matata
Who would’ve thought I could do what I wanna
I’m new in the genre, I’ll prove to my momma
I’m true and I’m honest, I’m too sick, I promise
I’m bu to the bonic, I’m super and sonic
I wreck minds when my acca pellas enter
Building complex rhymes tryna rock a fella’s center (Rockefeller Center)
Tryna spend time getting mozzarella cheddar
Listen to these next lines, man, I talk as well as ever
But I won’t say that there can be nobody better
'Cause it’s only a hobby, kimosabe, yes sir
But there will be no stopping ’til I see yo’ posse’s heads hurt
Hot as green wasabi up in the Mojave desert
There’s perks if you rise up into the top 40
But a curse that you hide, so it’s truly not for me
Nothing worse than the strife if your music's got glory
'Cause your personal life is the news' top story

[Verse 3]
Break it down like cardboard
Making sounds like car horns
Erasing doubt, not chasing clout
Been spacing out like Star Wars
Man, I gotta pen, hot as when
Sharp swords are forged
From the jump like parkour
Since twelve pounds, been hardcore
And I’m held down like barre chords
Well-rounded like dart boards
Swell sounds have you spellbound
Never hell bound with this art form
Making art for ‘em, thoughts start pouring
Like a harsh storm
Bright, like a shooting star, soaring
Super far, roaring
Sure the art form is
Far more than heartwarming
Charred organs start forming
Dark orange scars, warning:
It’s hot when the bars forming
I said it’s hot when the bars Foreman
These days, every bar be cueing the beef
It’s rare for it not to be when the truth is your reach
Even if you’re choosing to teach, it’s like who’s in the seats
Of the pews when you preach punches you in the teeth to ruin your speech
It’s as much of a struggle as
Running track for a bunch of laps, doing jumping jacks
Crunches, and hitting punching bags til your upper back
Muscle mass hits a hundred. That’s like a double backflip
On a tumble mat. That’s enough of that
But I’m actually gonna rap, it’ll come to pass
Like a running back, let it fly when I’m up to bat
Wait, run it back; let it fly when I’m up to bat
I learn from my past, but some people give no reflection
Check who you’re next to (your neck’s to) if they show affection
It’s feigned (fanged)
Claim they’re good as fake and all that, you’re a damn liar
Man I wouldn't stake (wooden stake) it on that, like a vampire
They’re more than tales ‘round the campfire
Bloodsuckers show when you blow like a hand dryer
When you blow like a flat tire
If you’re up next, that’s why your success backfires