TypeRight - On the Record

If there's one thing you know about TypeRight... know this

Check it when I get up on the record I'ma wreck it
Every single second every single second second second

When I get up on the microphone, this shit just isn't fair
Cause the way I like to flex on beats, is really beyond compare
When I get up on the record man, i'ma wreck it man, never second hand
Better check your plan to test this man, cause when I get up on it I'ma wreck it man

The way that I done murdered the beat
Is called disturbing the peace
The way I drink my bourbon is neat, I smoke the purplest weed
You just another birdie who peep
While you searchin vermin to eat

Are you worthy of the words that I speak? Are you earning your keep?
You just another who be turning a cheek, you be making such an urgent retreat
While I murmur discreet sweet nothings to your girl to the beat

Kid I be shining like a pearl in the sea I keep it true never verbal deceit
Your word seem like a burden to keep
But to me it's even worse that its cheap
Late night you seem to lurk and you creep

Keep praying you in church with the priests
I keep saying I search weeks
For the perfectest of verses for the beat
I work to plant a permanent seed watch it turn to a tree
I'll learn to be the man I'm working to be
Come on!

When I get up on the microphone, this shit just isn't fair
Cause the way I like to flex on beats, is really beyond compare
When I get up on the record man, i'ma wreck it man, never second hand
Better check your plan to test this man, cause when I get up on it I'ma wreck it man

Excuse me for a minute while I break it down to get it right
Hip hopocrites are acting like they seen the heaven's light
But all I see in they eyes is insecurity
They know the slipping verbally making they money dirtily

So here I am, a man who be playing foil
Ain't nobody pay me for shit I still toil
If you ever help me you know I'll stay loyal
Cause these bonds runnin deeper than the roots in the soil

I've arisen from the crucible of beantown
Through the fire and the pressure and I see now
Cali is a dope ass place to lay a beat down
But the industry seeming to be asleep now

We gotta keep it real the cash, it seem to corrupt
This is how I feel I seek to keep it cheap as fuck
Keep the hunger in my eye keep the monkey on my back
Keep it TypeRight so I can keep the people coming back!

When I get up on the microphone, this shit just isn't fair
Cause the way I like to flex on beats, is really beyond compare
When I get up on the record man, i'ma wreck it man, never second hand
Better check your plan to test this man, cause when I get up on it I'ma wreck it man

Late nights got me sleeping in late
Seems these days im barely even keeping the date
Easy to say Im keeping company with the greats
I beat the beat up and I'm keeping an ace

Hiding up in the sleeve, adding up no repreive
Relentless with the sentences with evident ease
Truth be told I'm innocent as Adam and Eve
Do you really wanna battle with me nah

I can kick it I got rhythm
Ain't got job from nepotism
My name is my own name and no I won't ever go to prison
I hit every single beat while rappers cower in defeat
My power lies discretely hide in houses on these rowdy streets
I don't even need to breathe
My lung conditioned I don't wheeze
I conquered all the asthma that once sadly took me to my knees
Now you should just give up it's over
I could beat you drunk or sober
Why don't you just fetch play Rover
Shine like I'm a supernova!

Written by:
Tyler Wilson

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