Kiddo Inc.

F#@% You
The Media Made Me

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When I record, it’s the force of nuclear meltdowns
Set the coordinates / All aboard, F train’s hell bound
Testing, testing / Your mic must’ve fell down
Thats why you can’t belt out
those rhymes you said you held down
Playing with fire, its gas you smell now
Been trying to blow up but think this gas repels crowds
Bags of real loud and a doper instrumental
The smoke was incidental / When I spoke the speakers went up
Cold as if my name was winter / Wait…
Its over like I chose to stay for dinner / “Great”
Produce on the coffee table plus a notice on the door
“We know you’re smoking weed in there we told you this before”
Phew / I didn’t worry for a second
But the rappers in my closet that I haven’t buried yet did
A blurry set list / They say I cannot leave?
Then I’m out this bitch like a tampon string

(CHORUS)
Fuck you
I make the crowd scream
This swimming downstream
Easy K.O.s / They don’t reach a round 3
I tried to say the worst move you could make is doubt me
Now I take the cake and all the plates around me
(Fuck you
Fuck
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck fuck fuck
Fuck you)

Here’s a reach out to my haters (nope)
I’m more on point than a calculator
Kill it now find my salvage later
I’ll be in the shadows / Urban legend
Underground / Alligator
How to wager if you bluffing on em / Here’s a tip
You don’t ever need to bluff / You wouldn’t know shit
I put em in the sleeper hold and made em listen to me spit
Stuck em with the microphone and stopped the bleeding with my disc
Now they love it / Haggard out in public
and I don’t give a fuck about it while we on the subject
I’ve been good / Now I’m getting bad with it
Adlibbing / Sick of crap given from another rap critic
I’ve been holding back bitches / Fat itch to rap vicious
Its my practician / Hand me all the sacks with
the cash in it / Stashing
more diesel than the first five fast and furious flicks
and Riddick

Now, I get your head spinning like the DJ
I haven’t heard your shit / They keep me on replay
The show is over, smile and freeze frame
I want piles of cheesecake / I’m a diabetes case
Miles high and on the tile my feet placed
All my people know I get riled up each take
My style is asylums filled with an eyeful
Compiled from a life in a violent police state
They’re asking how its done / How I run
down to one / Like I buy it on eBay
I’m out of funds / Now the fun
Cloud the lungs / My girl knows how to dowse my tongue
Fry it in a cheesesteak / Then I pound the buns
House is rough / If the windows sitting still
the system isn’t loud enough / Turn your bishop to a powderpuff
I spit malicious rhythm / Intuition that’ll give you schisms
and the crowd will love / I round em up

I put it all out there / I’m going full frontal
A not so subtle style / I’m a beast with no muzzle
They throwing dirt, then I throw shovels
I’ma gross double what your doing
even if I rapped with your mother
Feeling like an overwhelmed plumber
I see many broke flows / Find me five feet from that coal stove
Vibing to the tracks hatched in haberdasheries
Its evolution man / The baddest rapper happens naturally
Craft was mastered rapidly / These bastards mad at me
Cast a massive shadow and blacken the lights tactically
Your battery’s dead / Anatomy’s red
Pads just turn to ashes / Its habit that I snap with the pen
I’m at it again / I’ll have you attend ten traumatic events
then I’ll add to the stress