Get It

Pe-Pe-Pe-Penny ante your bets up, any sanity runner

Any chance for humanity's landing on who the next up

Hope we handed 'em ammo enough to work from the neck up

Those who handlin' damage control don't wish us the best luck

I'm a livin' in smoke type, floatin' with a grin over the moat type

Harry Allen on you, bitch, I believe no hype

Closer to the edge, then even we want to admit if this don't go right

Then assholes like myself are proven so right

All I got is this rap shit, all I want is a castle

And to move like a man with a minimum of harassment

The company of women with opinions and fat asses

That's my list of demands, you don't answer them, get the gatlin'

I'm stuck in a time capsule when rap was actually factual

Meanest shit you spit might cause killers to come and clap at you

Stupid, goofy stoolie, the gooch in Gucci'll stab you

You an echo for the cop kissin' cats, that's in the back of you

They all sweet as Little Richard, damn, good God almighty

It make a **** like me go, whoo, and rob the party

I exit, step in with my weapon with the Jefferson walk

If you expressin' any objections, you could get left in chalk

So my suggestion's let a G be, forget my transgressions

Or I'ma be in Catholic confessions professin' depression

I'm chin-checkin', chill-stressin', on your button I'm pressin'

Mic'll fuck a rappers life up like MoNique did to Precious

You know I get it

You know I get it

My name is Jamie Meline, I'm not chasin' the green, I'm takin' it

Bosses don't change a thing in the name of seemingly makin' it

Servants will kiss the ring of whoever they think is payin' 'em

You don't deserve the spit that they hurdled up in your face and shit

My name is Michael Render and we are the new Avengers

We here to tell you all your false idols are just pretenders

They're corporation slaves indentured to all the lenders

So even if you got seven figures, you still a ****

Some men aren't meant for the light to be shined on their shitty talkin'

Ya'll better off tryna hide like the yay in a little pocket

We overly fuckin' awesome, they watch and adopt our concepts

Squawk at the Run The Jewels squad, we skin 'em, then cop a coffin

You know I get it

You know I get it

You know I