Driveway

Okay, how the fuck do I start this off?
What's a boulder to a little rock, no Arkansas
TEK-22 going crazy like Mardi Gras
All about the motherfucking money like Marshall Law
My flow stronger than a nigga with a six pack
While yours is soundin like you need a motherfucking tic tac
No toe, have a mothafucka bleeding rojo
After I knock em out like Miguel Cotto
My shit's gonna be bumping from Canada to Kyoto
Cause I paint pictures, no Instagram photos
Aye, I'm a pitbull, you Toto
So get the fuck off my dick, no homo
Aye, we ain't teammates
So save the drama for the motherfuckin DJ
Going Super Saiyan like V-E-G-E-T-A
We the best from Carolina, aint no de-bate
Now I'm switching up my fucking flow
Fresher than your fucking clothes
I'm going hard while you niggas sweeter than Tootsie Rolls
Fire in the fucking booth
Spitting like I've lost a tooth
Rappers lying in their songs, but I'm tellin the fucking truth
Spit Satanic verses like I came straight outta fucking Hell
I've heard better bars from niggas from a fucking prison cell
Treat this beat like a fucking piece of meat when I beat it up
This whole time I was going slow, but this time Imma speed it up
I'm bringing the pain
You ain't New Edition, you can't stand the rain
Niggas be acting like they some Bruce Waynes
Till I'm breaking backs like What's Batman to Bane?
I'm going insane like the Joker
Slaughter the track till it's over
Flushing your flows like I'm playing some Poker
When I bring the bars, better Ante Up like them M.O.P. niggas from Saratoga
Better have my fucking cash
Or I'll have to turn your ass to fucking ash
No Fresh Prince
Am I next to blow? Bitch, you guessed it
Time into my music, I invest it
Run away and hide, I suggest it
These rapid fire flows, you can't best it
Any beat you got, you request it
And I wrecks it
Uh, who next, bitch?
Enter the studio, I'm showing you the exit
Shining on the track like a brand new necklace
The way I'm spitting these flows so reckless
I don't fuck with bitches but I'm not sexist
They don't understand me like they're dyslexic
Spittin dirty shit like I'm from Houston, Texas
While I beat the beat up like it's domestic
Human Torch shit, no Fantastic Four
You fake as a goddamn plastic whore
You just a thing of the past, and I'm just the nigga that they need to pass the torch
My shit so fire that it's gonna set some cars ablaze when the homie pass the cord
I've been a student of the flow and I taught myself, what the fuck I need a master for?
I'm going crazy like a primate
All your faking shit is giving me a migraine
I ain't Usher, but I like to do things My Way
When I'm walking past, you best be looking sideways
I'm a champion, y'all just lightweights
Going past a hundred, park it in the driveway
What's a motherfucking Glass Joe to a Shao Kahn?
Time to go, push the start, step the gas, and I'm gone

Rent (Verse 2)

Through my junior year, I kept making beats and writing lyrics
Yeah, I was never perfect, and yes, I had my critics
I never took lessons, and I never took it serious
Believed myself to be the best; I was fucking delirious
12th grade, wrote my first song
And a couple more, hoping for a chance to get on
Came up with my first stage name, Kyd TERROR
Never made sense, could have came up with something better
But I was too young, too dumb, too immature
Acting like I've done this music shit before
Recorded with a shitty microphone
It was at that shining moment that my dreams were set in stone
Made my first mixtape at the age of eighteen
Young Carolina rapper coming fresh out the scene
Never cared about the mainstream
But still to this day, I continue to do this shit all for the CREAM