"Bob LaCzar" lyrics

He's invited us to inspect his planet first

Yeah
Say what?

You're staring in the face of a czar
Written out, space in the stars
Play it safe, wait in the car
While I run down on the come up
Knock one down then I'm one up
Sun down to sun up
Flows so electric they call me Zeus
You can feed me to the sharks, I'll come back in a shark-skin suit
Hotter than hibachi sauce, wiping out your zombie horde
Wash off the blood, drop the body off (Czar...)
Make no mistake he the great one
Wash me up, they pray for when the day come
Never mix facts with fiction, you dream of dissing me
Better wake up and ask for permission

And then-

They say their pen is wildin', with the written shit
They say they're spitting but they gleeking on their chin and shit
They say they're writing that shit for the dope fiends
It can't be your whole team, that ain't what GOAT means
Now what you know about, they say they're zoning out
They pat themselves on the back and throw their shoulder out
They tell the whole world they in the studio
They coming out with cheap material like Uniqlo
They got their guns out, they pour their drums out
And captivate their brain, then I pull their tongues out
They call it original, they think it's vivid
I think it's close to what my five year old kid did

I hope you're proud of yourself

I got a way with words
Three clicks on the stove for the flame to burn
Young bull gotta earn my name
I am legend, I done murdered the game
Bar school, I could personal train

Yo respect the mic
Respect the mic check one two

I got a way with words
I got a way with words
I got a way with words
I got a way with words
Okay

Everything that we write
Even on the B side
Is wildly refreshing like trolls waiting for replies
Come on, tell me more about that album that ain't out yet
That you've been working on since MySpace was your outlet (Czarface)
It happened Sunday at the north shore mall
Police say what they did is dangerous and a crime
Youngsters say I goad and they wanting to try me
How would memes-sharing-trolls stay stuck in the 90s (Czarface)
Stealing from their heroes, still getting no airplay
Now they're salty like the lake where Rudy Gobert play

I got a way with words
I got a way with words
I got a way with words

You're not gonna believe that, right?
Hey, boss. We better hide these masks and get out of here!