ACT-1 x So=Cal - Bad Habits (feat. High Sunday)

Playin your new album, I know you worked on it CRAZY hard
I can't wait to turn it off before your favorite part
(It sucks)
I keep telling you I can't wait to pay for your art
But I'll never check you out, I just got you saved in my cart
(Get it?)
Put my heart at stake tryin' to make my mark
Gotta get it together before this shit takes me apart
I'm like Andre the Giant when spittin' phrases, dawg
Got opponents wondering what it'll take to make me fall
That's why I triumph in the Tournament of Champions
Top tier comp, I'm a superlative example of
I'm the god of making hard anthems over looped up samples
If you wonder what's my purpose in the pantheon
My shit's a trip like Rick & Morty
Yours is written poorly
Fuck your 26-year-old wife
While screaming "This is 40!"
(Laugh)
Your shit just isn't for me, honestly
Driven to be the most vicious villain in your biography
They offer gifts to honor me at the foot of my altar
The way I cook em all
Make it look like the footage was altered
(Facts)
You should've just forfeit before it got to this
Wanna-be Big and Pac
I hope your next album is Posthumous
(Yikes!)
I got a bad habit of embarrassing rappers
Soon as I get on the track and I start attackin
(This Bad Habit)
Got a bad habit of man-handling assholes
When they open they mouth and they get to yappin
(This Bad Habit)
Got a bad habit of crappin all over rappers
When I call em out for all of the cappin'
(I can't crack it)
I can't shake these Bad Habits
I'm ill-mannered
But as the world shatters
Me and So=Cal are still standin!
I habitually slap and antagonist trying to rap against me
I throw a jab to mislead
Scope the reaction then swing
Overly tactical when indulging in actual beef
The only known definition of Bad Habit is me
Smokin way mo' fuego than a dragon can breathe
I don't do they mold, say no to the rap industry
I'd rather lay low, make dough and rap in the streets
I know them lame folk, the only reacting to beats...huh
They ain't fucking with skill
It's the same run of the mill 'cause the rappin is meek
That shit is cheaper than...
Running up the bill then hit the bathroom when the tab is in reach
What's to stack when the foundation which you stand on is weak?
I stay an hour and fifty later than 2:30
I'm wasted dammit, don't call me tipsy, I'm too sturdy
Ya'll crew worthless, my crew worthy
I'm too universal. ya'll too Earth and
You can't see me... but YOU HEARD ME!
High Sunday Please
I got a bad habit of embarrassing rappers
Soon as I get on the track and I start attackin
(This Bad Habit)
I got a bad habit of man-handling assholes
When they runnin' they mouth and they get to yappin
(This Bad Habit)
I got a bad habit of crappin all over rappers
When I'm callin' em out for all of the cappin'
(I can't crack it)
I can't shake these Bad Habits
I'm ill-mannered
But as the world shatters
I'm in So Cal and still standin!
Yeah!

Written by:
Mike Lynch

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