From the recording NOW U SEE ME
Lyrics
WEMBY
Gather round children
Get comfortable
Cause Uncle Ash and Seefeezy got a story to tell
It's a story of great adventure
Of overcoming adversity
And hate
With love
Tough love... but love
Yall ready?
Here we go
I got a story to tell and I promise its all good
See I wasn't born with fingers, I was born with hooves
Eventually grew horns,
There was three: two curved and one straight
Ya see
I was half unicorn: all GOAT
Every battle that I entered in murder he wrote
Well- Freestyle but here's the magazine quote
He's a demon a devil he brought a mic and a shovel
A vulture in the culture colonizer with a sculpture
Man, it's all pulp fiction. I am John Travolta.
And it's killing season
Rappers think they fuck with the king of this lyricism system thing
They committing treason
I heard your music and it needs febreezing
Your disease infested message ain't appeasing
I don't believe em
Most rappers follow fads it's why they products out of season
I give flowers to the originators and the innovators
They the ones that paved the path and even made this
Possible
The rest of yall..
Too small
Fighting with a giant don't get fooled y'all
It's like David and Goliath take your roof off
Kept on adding fuel to the fire I outgrew y’all
Feeling like I'm Wemby
Every time I look down
I see little pipsqueaks
They seeming shook now
They make an anthill
I put my foot down
They be like damn, chill
I wish I knew how
I don't stand on bidness. I
Stamp stop throw tantrums on bidness.
Mind state be planted on bidness
Tryna build this shit so sturdy, I can't handle more bidness While minding my black-family-owned bidness
Started from the ground up,
Recruited a trong team
Kill this shit shit by all means
Give the kid the torch, please
Said I did the man foul
I don't know what y'all mean
Ref what should that call be?
Nah that was all ball, clean
Bitch I feel like Wemby
So tell em who the hardest in the city
And don’t get it confused
You should stay outta my lane,
Bitch get over, you should move
Wait a second nigga
damn, hold it, you so rude
I’m an Ice-cold, psycho- pathic automatic
Fully rifle; loaded
Cross my heart and put my hand across the bible
I will never land like fuck a hook I’m way too fly, ho
Fighting with my shadow, Peter Pan
I feel like Wemby
Too small
Fighting with a giant don't get fooled y'all
It's like David and Goliath take your roof off
Kept on adding fuel to the fire I outgrew y’all
Feeling like I'm Wemby
Every time I look down
I see little pipsqueaks
They seeming shook now
They make an anthill
I put my foot down
They be like damn, chill
But they all smushed now
Aye you gotta say "they all squished now" after the hook at least one of the times
And put that w on it like squished nowwwww
That shit sounded fuckin fire