Beitbridge

[Verse 1]
I'm like an expensive blanket: I'm too good for this shit
Oh yeah! I'm crazy and you' sane, that's why you died in '06
Know every move that I make is like an action stunt
So I told the barber, "Just give me the director's cut"
I'm confused right now; to drop bars or raise bars
As I play Russian roulette with the head of a czar
I'm not the greatest but I swear my sand is harder than Clay
I never quit but I retired, got my wheels up again
So don't you ever cross me!
Word to the captain, I'm Bermuda
Me and the gang getting stoned without looking at Medusa
Playing the harmonica while sipping on this brandy
They pulling me, "The Boy Is Mine!"
And I'm all torn like Randy
That's a far-fetched line; coz the previous was home run
I've connected more lines, gimme that Nokia slogan
If practice makes perfect, then I made practice
The way they're diving for my flow, I'm a damn baptist!
Hah!
I'm the thing that hits the fan
These ain't "hits" you're making, the letter "s" misplaced
I'm so hated; I'm so hated that I make Trump jealous
Murdered them instrumentals, had to switch to a capella
You're now in Beitbridge!

[Hook]
See, I rap for zebras and horses
Some don't get the lines
They say I'm bad news
So they' reporting live from the skies
It's a cold day in Beitbridge
Gotta report live from the skies
But autotune never mad bad news sound better

[Verse 2]
My hot songs, like pirates, they burn CDs
I leave the booth with some burns, what a mess it is
I'm so fly this May; if I fall, I'll land in October
I've spent more time on air than some radio broadcasts
You' think you're hot just because your ass warming the bench?
I'mma fry you all couch potatoes, excuse my French
But in some other time, my priorities can't ever change
Winning still the urgent aim like MJ and Judi Dench
I was born in '96, I was hot before '97
I will smith any man who disagrees I am legend
My verse pulls a heist, it's an Ocean's 16
Asymptotic to my skill, they can never reach me
I'm an infidel, the opposite of Castro
All my lines got a price, I'm basically a barcode
I press the clever buttons just to make the smart call
They're gon think I work at Apple with the way that I phone
You're now in Beitbridge!

[Hook]
See, I rap for zebras and horses
Some don't get the lines
They say I'm bad news
So they' reporting live from the skies
It's a cold day in Beitbridge
Gotta report live from the skies
But autotune never mad bad news sound better
(So don’t you ever cross me)