Correction Lyrics Super Villains by C.shreve The Professor

Featuring(s) : Jarv

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What's up

Yo, what are you doin spittin?
You subhumans ain't suited to shoot the gip with subatomic supervillains
Assume the position, if the overpriced shoe fits
Factory rappers get subtracted by a factor of six
Six, six, witness this is bout to get iller
It's the nonfiction reenactment of Natural Born Killers
Gimme the scrilla, ya lady's lookin like Skrillex
But I don't f*ck with techno and I don't chill with pill heads
And yet I still enjoy hearin hoes complain
Bout walkin in stilettos through the frozen rain
It's the ice age baby but that ain't stoppin me none
Spot me on the roof shootin sunblock at the sun
Like Jimmy Newtron, rollin in a icy helicopter
Turnin your virgin daughter a person version of Goddard
Honestly it ain't a challenge, Nate is crazy with this
With just some basic reprogramming I can make her do tricks
"Aye what do you mean Jarv?"-well I guess what I'm tryna say is
If you got the will then it ain't hard to find a way kid
So face it, live up to your dreams and your goals
Just sign on the dotted line and gimme your soul
I'm takin off now headin back down to the underground
Lair, bass and the snare blare like a thunder pound
Pushin through the gates kid I'm here and it's on
My body's made of steel and my spirit is strong, what!

Y'all could never be like us, no y'all could never be like us
Cuz y'all ain't got it like that, no y'all could never be like us
Step to this and get reduced to dust, what what what what
Yo y'all could never be like us, no y'all could never be like us
Cuz y'all ain't got it like this kid, y'all could never be like us
Get your click and y'all can all get crushed, what what what what

Aye, by my calculations, y'alls demonstrations
Of lyrical domination need more calibration
Your concentration needs improvement and y'all dilute it
If you ain't lookin at targets where you lookin when you shootin

The illest villainous lyricists, yeah get your fill of this
Choppin hands off at the wrist if y'all ain't feelin this
Simple as this I interject, pick it off and intercept
Disrespect intended, you jackin beats off the internet
Came off like a vet but you ain't never been a threat
You wanna battle that's a bet, yo you better protect your neck
You let squares in your circle and now it look like a octagon
I'ma pit bull with a fist full of rhymes that I'm lockin on
Strong as rocket launch codes, y'all are Costco
Tryna save a buck, I gave a f*ck but I ain't got those
Locked, loaded, levers lifted up, ready to fire shit
Lookin left, I'm alone aligned with my lion grip
Mane, we ain't f*ckin around but it's a pride alliance
And what if what's the math God led y'all all to science
And what's the highest of the high got to do with the low
That's like what the f*ckin bars got to do with the flow
On the road with the coldest bendin corners around the grains
Movin against the traffic, makin medians my lanes
I split the difference, divide with subtraction
We break y'all down to fragments and then watch the chain reaction

Aye, back the f*ck up, y'all don't know what time it is
Aye it's uh, little Jarv and big Shreve
In the place to be, doin the damn thing
Get the f*ck out my face, aight that's it, peace, bye

D.R.UG.S. Beats, D.R.UG.S. Beats
D.R.UG.S. Beats, D.R.UG.S. Beats
Biatch!

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