Triple Tempo

Ok, yeah
This is B.L.A.K.E
Look at the one who just sang
What a fuck-up, babe

You feeling yourself? Shut up, get out of the way, here comes the boss
I don’t like to whip it out like this, but it’s necessary
There’s a lot of stupid trends here. You learned from me
Stop thinking you’re God and try to rap like this

I’m fucking pissed at the bitch who gave birth to you, don’t come at me all high and mighty in front of this beat
My talent is out of this world
They look down on me, what for? You’re just a pretty face
I don’t make sad songs. My dude. I sing and it gets you hyped, better think twice

Look how I dominate the word, man you talk, but you don’t have this genius gene, I’ll teach you, come on
Open your mind, hurry up, get inside, imagine
That being the best, they treat you like just another rapper, hey

I’m really sorry, but I gotta own who I am
From today on, to you, I’m God, boy
Hey, you’re witnessing the drop of the year, kid, go to the bathroom and tell the flock to keep grazing today

I’m going a thousand, easy, bro, you’re not me, it’s hard for you
You act like you’re killing it, but stop lying, face it
They can’t rap and tell me they’re reinventing, but dude
They take you out of your style and I can use you as a doormat

This is B.L.K., bitch
Look at the one who just sang (uh, uh)
Using you as a doormat
What a fuck-up, babe

I don’t sell bullshit
What a fuck-up, babe (uh, uh)
This is B.L.K., they don’t see it

Abracadabra, I pull out the stick to make that crew suck it up
I love it, they think so highly of themselves and I make them dance, kan kan
Look at the fan’s face, that’s what your crew looks like, man
Syllable by syllable, the Alibaba of Hip Hop returns

B.L.K. is killing it, what’s new? Ha, ha
Of course, oh shit, I don’t sell bullshit
I don’t stop even to take a piss, man, hit after hit
I leave all those rappers looking like Peppa Pig

To get to me, you gotta be a medium or a witch
You’re a wannabe, I’m a luxury talent
Look how the crazy one places your head little by little
Help, I’m possessed by a savage flow

It’s over, kid, shh, go to sleep
Didn’t you want rap? Here’s B.L.K., learn it
The lesson for life, man, don’t mess with someone who can
Make you look like a train wreck

Renfe, have faith, they think that
This depends on appearances and you pretend to reinvent yourself but you don’t say shit in your tracks, you just want more plays
And you’re surprised that people just want more Blake, ok (ha, ha, ha)

Look at the one who just sang (ha, ha, ha)
What a fuck-up, babe
Look at the one who just sang, oh

This is B.L.K., bitch
Look at the one who just sang (uh, uh)
Using you as a doormat
What a fuck-up, babe

I don’t sell bullshit
What a fuck-up, babe (uh, uh)
This is B.L.K., they don’t see it