Easy yeah, I MC 4 Real
Make it look easy, yeah

Tyraid

Make it look easy, yeah, I MC 4 Real (x2)
Make it look easy, yeah, I MC

Some of yall ask why I'm aloof; Nigga done sacrificed his youth/
For pitiful traction I accrued; I really don't have a lot to lose/
Cynical asshole, I've been groomed; If you want static, find a fuse/
Shuffle on the rug and touch balloons; cus we ain't gon pacify the feud/
Cookies or Caskets, time to choose; I can be your rap messiah, true/
I'd rather be metastasizing tumors; I'm medical malpractice timed to music/
Metaphor for my grind is crude; "Orenthal in a High Pursuit"/
Fuck "a leg up", I'm two entire shoes/
I'm Allen I. and you Tyrone Lue, you should retire soon/
Top Five, who would Dylan choose?/
Yall high if you thought I'd loose; too much slime, you a bottle shy of being Ivan Ooze/
Wifi Redeye Flights; My childhood idol sells clothes that are geared towards broke, white jedi knights/
You couldn't tell me shit since 5'9 said I'm nice/
Outside him Em, Red, Elzhi & Thought, I don't admire many; My style is proprietary/
I'll drag your lazy assess round the stage like Mariah Carey/
Couldn't make a nigga look bad if your response was shot by Tyler Perry/
B Roll: Fake D Boys, choppas plenty; you either droppin dime, or you're after Emmys/
You ain't Mafia, my dude, you Hollywood Saditty/
You ain't hoppin out to shoot you hoppin out to Shiggy/
I bring Dhaslim in the booth, tell Sloth I'm in the city/
I'm in Tottenham with your boo, eatin falafels at a chippy. Nigga./
Every bar get a replay. Like "rah! what did he say?"/
It ain't that hard marketing me, bae/
Aim for the Grime Kids, Target the DJ's/
Labels fugazy, I can't think straight. They wanna put my soul on paper like Eastbay/
Fuck celebrity, I got Integrity like BBK's in my CDJ/
I'm an Athlete, pick a track and I'll smash the beat it don't matter to me/
I like grime beats, boombap beats, trap beats, Zazie Beetz/
Music Industry Black Elite who pose pseudo-politically active tweets/
Soon as it threaten their bags, they fold, invoke the spirit of Happy Feet/
"Tap dancin, Mantannin/
Self-degratin to protect your place in this echo chamber" 's method's dangerous/
They say success can change ya, I'm a fuckin workhorse an Equisapien/
It would behoove Boots to do a sequel/
The top is lonely but the view is Regal/
You don't "roll with the dons", they callin you grass, mandem ain't your people/
I'm a; indie rapper in economy cars, but my Flex game is Lethal [POW!]/
Niggas wanna chat shit, think I'm pussy, get Catfished/
If you hear [DJ Armz Jet Sound] all over their track, they stole that bullshit off Datpiff, AH!!/
Battle Rappers play too many shooter games/
All my styles are off the top and tighter than a Julie Adenuga fade/
Bucketlist that interview and tell promoters that my rider comes with bare Necessities, I'm doin my Baloo guy thing/
Movin through the UK, watch how I maneuver lanes/

Make it look easy yeah, I MC 4 Real (x3)
Gimme that P (uh), really don't need that deal/
Gimme that P forreal, really don't need your deal/
Make it look easy yeah, I MC 4 Real (x2)