Bars on a Tight-Beam

The Almighty, God of the wri-ting

Type clean, type hype bars on a tight-beam

It's gotta be a tight team, right?

Type Spike Lee, come on, do the right thing

Bars on a tight-beam

The Almighty, God of the wri-ting

Type clean, type hype bars on a tight-beam

Bling, that is some slight thing to the right wing

Light stage like late nights so the mic gleam

See people be like "Kabuto, how you rap so good?"

And if I could tell them how I do it when they asked I would

If you don't listen to cool-g rap, you should

If you imitated them, then perhaps you could

Rap better, get the cheddar hella maybe not though

I know cats that do and yet they still can't ever rock flow

Its technically whack, their rap songs be compost

But they got shows from Littlerock to Toronto

See the thing you gotta understand about rap

Its that there is two sides being ill, rapping and raps

Even if your bars were the craftiest that

I'd ever heard, If you're a nerd that only raps on a track

You're going nowhere

You ain't even rapping if you've never did a set

Me, I ain't a rapper, I just play one on the internet

Rap on my computer, nearly never do a live show

When I do, I wild out but then I forget my lines though

What I'm trying to say is its either ain't about the mp3

Or ain't about the concerts

So if you're going to mention me

Don't call me a rapper and I'm not like a celebrity

This rap shit is a hobby, I'll lose interest eventually

The Almighty, God of the wri-ting

Type clean, type hype bars on a tight-beam

It's gotta be a tight team, right?

Type Spike Lee, come on, do the right thing

Bars on a tight-beam

The Almighty, God of the wri-ting

Type clean, type hype bars on a tight-beam

Bling, that is some slight thing to the right wing

Light stage like late nights so the mic gleam

Even so, people be like "Kabuto you rockin' dude"

Yeah even british nerds seem to think I'm proper cool

As I'd be awful rude not to talk to you its oportune

To publicise a little list of things that you ought like to do

One, be this asshole "Who wants to battle?

Y'all MC's just a bunch of cattle

Yo I'm not wack, even though I'm not black, I rap"

Two, only rhyme the last syllable like this

Motherfuckers drink my piss

Kabuto in the house

Who wants to get dissed

You get torn apart, lyricly by my wit

Three, shit that flow nice but really don't make any sense

Brisk chemical element fender it in your tenement

Venemous elegent penmanship diss blemished

Effeminate clemency ends it bliss nemesis

Four, if you don't like rap, like like rap,

yeah like, like like like, kinda like rap

Even if you sorta maybe kinda like rap,

but don't like, like like like rap, then don't rap

Five, if you're a white kid nobody cares

Theres about a million white rappers right over there

So if you rap about how you're white, I will remind you

By slapping you with the Slim Shady LP vinyl

Six, when you introduce yourself to some folks

Don't be like "You already know, bro"

Cause they don't

Seven, stop rapping with the flimsiest shit

e.g. your friend calling you is not an interesting skit

Eight, if you rap about your heat and the feds

And the raw white, don't get into beefs on the web

Nine, hate everything you do, You will learn more faster

Ten, never take advice from a nerd-core rapper

The Almighty, God of the wri-ting

Type clean, type hype bars on a tight-beam

It's gotta be a tight team, right?

Type Spike Lee, come on, do the right thing

Bars on a tight-beam

The Almighty, God of the wri-ting

Type clean, type hype bars on a tight-beam

Bling, that is some slight thing to the right wing

Light stage like late nights so the mic gleam

Never take advice from a nerdcore rapper

Never take advice from a nerdcore rapper

Bars on a tight-beam

Bars on a tight-beam