Comfortable Ignorance: Disc 3

by Jack & Ignant

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10 out of 9 People Agree: Ignorance is Comfortable

Part I is the voice of a sophomoric jester discovering the world and mocking it. Side B features a cynical yet fearful loner with signs of hope. Disc 3 is an exciting alter universe with a voice both familiar and alien, dark yet hilarious. Wait you read this shit?

Inspired by and appropriated from every song Jack has even heard, especially Hip Hop's trap ballads.

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released December 31, 2015

Instrumentals by Ignant.
Songwriting, performance & engineering by Jack The Ripper of Co.Z
Executive Production by Jack Media Productions
Additional vocals and/or lyrics by Mike-Will-Made-It, Casey Veggies, Ill Chill, Gripp of glassEyeballs, MGK, The Game, Zoë of Co.Z, and DJ Drama.

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Jack of Co.Z Los Angeles, California

Jack of Co.Z is the rapper half of the Co.Z duo, set loose to wreak havoc with words. Some of Jack of Co.Z's work is on original instrumentals, much is mixtape style rap. Mixtape rap is usually more offensive, but ideally more honest. Not suitable for those unprepared, but everyone else should enjoy freely. Jack also produces as CompanyZ and is half of Jack The Ripper & The Mad Psyentist. ... more

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Track Name: Slow Yo Roll
Ignorance is bliss

"This is Mike-Will-Made-It and you're tuned into Jack Media"

What?
Hold up … wait
Uh
Hold up … wait a second
Slow yo roll
Hold up … wait
Hold up Hold up … wait… wait
woah

uhhhhhhHHHHH

Slow ya roll

Where’m I supposed to go

s’Like I got no control

...Slow ya roll

Where am I supposed to go
I think I’m supposed to know
They told me slow ya roll
Now it feels like slow…mo

Hold the door, I swear I’m coming quick
'Cause if I take my time, soon I’ll feel done with it
Know I've done some dumber shit, but really shouldn’t act brash
No I doesn’t give a shit, except when someone really asks

Like what is my task, like what is my role?
Like what is my job, like where do I go?
Like where do I fit? Feel I don’t know shit
I ain’t even got a clique, solo dolo

They say I gotta be a hit, they say I gotta get it quick
Woah though don’t go yet slow ya roll

Hold up … wait

uhhhhhh

Hold up … wait

uhhhhhh

Hold up … wait

uhhhhhh

Slow ya roll

How you know about yolo? slow yo roll
GMOs in the froyo? slow yo roll
That hoe over there though? no control
But you’re the only one caring so slow ya roll

He say bro before hoes, but then no homo?
She say she doesn’t like the snow but then you know she blow
I say I’m trying a settle down but steady on the go
But where’m I spossed to go though? slow ya roll

My future keeps escaping, slow my roll
Now I’m out here chasing fate, why slow my roll
Does destiny go undebated? I got no control
And if i rush maybe I'll make it, never slow my roll

Your future keeps escaping, no control
But if you rush you’ll never make it, slow ya roll

Hold up … wait

uhhhhhh

Hold up … wait

Slow ya roll

Hold up … wait

s’Like I got no control

Hold up … wait

Hold up … wait

Slow

Slow

Yo

Roll
Track Name: Lettuce, Turnip
"Hey this is Casey Veggies and right now you're turned into Jack Media"

What's the best food for the club?
Anybody know?
(Jack of Co.Z, Ignant)
I figure, you don't need beets
Because they usually have beats...
(They got beets)
I figure you don’t bring wanna bring beef
(You don’t need beef)
Gunna' need dough to burn, ya know, bread.
Gunna' need Cheese, Cheddar

oh I know,
a Turnip…

Lettuce turnip beef beats
Building food pyramids
Like a crackah trying eat
Hungry, Hungry
Hungry, Jack I'm tryinga eat
On my food pyramid
Lettuce turnip beef beats (crackah)

Lettuce turnip beef beats
Building food pyramids
Like a crackah trying eat
Hungry, Hungry
Hungry, Jack, I'm tryinga eat
On my food pyramid
Lettuce turnip beef beats

Got cheese like chedda
Bread like dough
Dog food for the bitches
Got dirt on the hoes

Like: did you know
GMO, can put some shit up in your plants
So we can see them glow

But they just make it so the bugs don’t wanna eat it
Tie a veal up since it was recently a fetus
Now they claim vegan but still some bleed and
Does a plant think you eating leaves is needed?

Ceiliacs diseasin from all that purell
Body dismorphia, juice cleanse sure sells
Greese I need more, but not for my pore cells
She sneeze from the shellfish they by the shore sell

Vegeatrian soy sold from monsanto
Tryinga be green, wonder where they money plant grow
They say you are what you eat, What are we?
Water and some fructed up shit they say we can’t know
Cracker

Lettuce turnip beef beats
Building food pyramids
Like a crackah trying eat
Hungry, Hungry
Hungry, Jack, I'm tryinga eat
On my food pyramid
Lettuce turnip beef beats (crackah)

They say you are what you eat
Plus the carrots in your diamonds
They say they don’t want beef
But they still like a steak when they dining

Tryinga keep my health kosher
Still pig out on the chicken if they fry it
He said he got diabetes from the fructose
Sounds like a sweet way of dying

Whether it’s the drugs you’re trying
Or the nutrition you’re buying
Just know what you’re getting into
And what you’re letting in too, and if you’ll survive it

Whether it’s the drugs you’re trying
Or the nutrition you’re buying
Just know what you’re getting into
And what you’re letting in too, and if you’ll survive it

Cracker
Track Name: No Clue (featuring Ill Chill & Gripp)
(Deez suckahz...)

I don't know about you
But these suckers ain't got no clue (deez suckahz)
Talking shit, yeah the spit that poo (ain't shit)
But they don't really know what's true ("No clue")

And I don't ever wanna be rude
(deez suckahz ain't shit)
But they got the facts misconstrued
(deez suckahz) ("yeah")
These suckers ain't got no clue
(deez suckahz ain't shit)
These suckers ain't got no clue
(deez suckahz ain't shit)

First they told me that Pluto was a planet, that ain't true though
I live in four dimensions, but now they say that's too low
Where is the 11th? Outside of outer space?
Sub atomic strings shaking is how everything is placed

So they say, but the Big Bang sounds like genesis
At least they have a mutherfucking echo to their benefit
Instead of just a Book, but then again that's where I looked
When science got me hooked

Now these suckers aint crooks but they think know
And they tell you how to live, and what to do, and where to go
And so I'm like: ayo, why don't you just cool a bit
And I need you to spray out only facts and spit the truest shit

And talk about the gaps up in the plot when going through the shit
Instead of saying 'just have faith' and tell us keep on doing it, or fuck you

I don't know about you
But these suckers ain't got no clue ("no clue")
Talking shit, yeah the spit that poo ("no clue")
But they don't really know what's true
(deez suckahz ain't shit)

And I don't ever wanna be rude ("no clue")
But they got the facts misconstrued ("no clue")
These suckers ain't got no clue ("no clue")
These suckers ain't got no clue ("no clue")
("yeah") (deez suckahz)

"Clueless masses
Stacey Dash-es (oh my god)
Too many factions
Thinking erratic

How do you source information?
Do you fact check any statements?

They lie and it's blatant
All for the paper
All for the bills and coins
No clue where we goin'
(Getcha' money)

Inequality growing
And everyone racist
I guess it's cause they lack information

The relevant kind
Like coexistence
In the most hellish of times

I just keep inhaling the La/Lie
Is anyone using their minds?
The blind are still leading the blind
In circles we constantly ride

The rules I defy
Only way I can sleep through the night
Pharmaceutical supply chain
Narcotics for a migraine
(Turn up, turn up)"

I don't know about you ("turn up, aye")
But they ain't got no fucking clue
(They be spitting that poo)
(But They ain't spittin that truth)

(I Ain't tryinga be rude)
(But y'all don got ya facts screwed crackah)
(Ain't no Mutherfucking clue)
(Ain't got no Mutherfucking clue)

"Gripp is up in here, just spit the cold facts
I spit that new shit, sound like a throw back
Sound likes it's old hat, sound like it's so boring
It sounds like I do this in my sleep, it sounds like I'm snoring

Yeah, the stay pretentious, think I may have mentioned
They stay insistent We worship a god that they invented
A bunch of musty old books leading the people wrong
Oh I ain't talkin' 'bout religion, I mean the law book

I could weave a web of protocols in Ethernet
Or speak in tense until your preachers speech sounds like a Bieber set
I could explain it, not that your ass would listen
So why bother sticking the wolves on a pack of kittens

I just gotta say again that your God is Fake
The cops are hateful, kill a lot, and they are not ashamed
If you got a brain, come and join the tidal wave
Come and help us light a J, with a fucking bible page

Who did it? You prolly think it’s cornel mustard in kitchen with the pipe
every night talking shite ye aint got no clue
Track Name: Spooky
Uh
Jack The Ripper

Boo
Shits about to get spooky
….spooky
Boo

Jack The Ripper go Ignant
Sleepy hallow on weed
Headless horseman, down to ride
Go spooky all hallows eve

Ain’t a priest that can stop me
Like a white devils advocate
Need a exorcist for my body
I go spooky bitch and act bad as shit

I start nuking shit, that’s my heritage
Drop bombs mutherfucker no embarrassment
Cause terror but never called a terrorist
with misogyny encouraged, aint it scary bitch?

It’s unfair and shit, yeah I know
My power comes prepared
I can get away with acting ruthless
The news won't call it spooky, and yet you should be scared

Shits about to get spooky
Shits about to getBOO

American Horror Story: crackah living the dream
Ima have me a pumpkinfest shout out to honkeys in Keene
They Jack-o-lantern a cop car, just call it making a scene
Ain’t a mutherfucking thing in the world scarier than a white male reckless teen (I remember)

Trashing rooms at some Hyatt
We gon have us a riot
Stealing shit if we’re feeling it
But not cause we can’t buy it

But when we loot, they don’t shoot to kill
Institutional racism is true for real
I mean fuck that, go ignant
….if that’s how you feel

Shits about to get spooky

Shits about to get spooky
Track Name: Warning (featuring Ill Chill)
Warning...

Warning, warning, system overload
Warning, warning, this is not a test
Warning warning, system overload
Warning, warning, internet distress

Warning, warning, there's too much information
Conflicting facts all at your face that's cognitive invasion
Warning, warning, this is not a test
There’s no use, can’t find the truth, that's internet distress

This is not a test, this is system overload
The overlords are here for mind control
or don’t you know?
This is not a test, theres just way too much information
Internet generation facing cognitive invasion

We gotta multitouch on a multiscreen
Gotta multitask and gotta multischeme
Selling weight on silk road like a multibeam
Smoking 50 shades of weed, that's multigreen

She said she ain’t gotta eat, she took a multi-v
She want 'wine and cocaine' but call it 'coke au vin'
I said 'BITCH', cause rappers say I’m supposed to, see?
Saw it online so she trying blow on me

That's too much porn, chicks with too much breast
Playing with too much war, computing too much death
Too much conservative liberal bloody no good press
So don’t believe what you read cause nobody wrote it best

Now the internets a mess, disembodied brain farts
Full of as many lies as the truth for the main part
But fuck it I be in the booth spittin flame bars
Puttin more shit on youtube, it’s what its made for right?

Warning, warning, there's too much information
Conflicting facts all at your face that's cognitive invasion
Warning, warning, this is not a test
There’s no use, can’t find the truth, that's internet distress

This is not a test, this is system overload
The overlords are here for mind control or don’t you know?
This is not a test, there's just/way too much information
Internet generation facing cognitive invasion

"Walking dead zombies trapped inside the Internet
Ain't no stopping ain't no intermission in this shit
Instant gratification, hella fake shit
Pages on pages of cerebral rapping

Miss Information Age fuled by sensation
Night crawlers ; nastalgia ; koala, no water
Everything is pornographic ; on acid ; world massive disasterous ; so passive...

Anonymous on top of Us"

Warning, warning, there's too much information
Conflicting facts all at your face that's cognitive invasion
Warning, warning, this is not a test
There’s no use, can’t find the truth, that's internet distress

This is not a test, this is system overload
The overlords are here for mind control or don’t you know?
This is not a test, there's just/way too much information
Internet generation facing cognitive invasion

Recently, I don’t fuck with democracy
Cause these voters setting trends aint as smart as me
Do you want what right or do you want whats liked?
Most the shit I see typed is hypocrisy

You can’t believe what you read unless it be on wikipedia
With editors benevolent deleting wicked media
But what if they deleted a necessary ingredient
Finding truth online is now completely inexpedient

You can degrees and shit, but hold up
Don’t believe in everything they told ya
Cause the propaganda lies finally popped up online
I hope anonymous hackers will act as soldiers

As I’m getting older, I see we lost our minds
Computers taking over, I hope that they’ll be kind
Drones with a hive mind yeah they swarming
So don’t get lost in the internet; warning

Warning, warning, there's too much much information
Conflicting facts all at your face that cognitive invasion
Warning, warning, this is not a test
There’s no use, can’t find the truth, that's internet distress

Warning, warning
Track Name: IOU
You wouldn't steal a car, would you?
(I mean I guess it depends on the kinda car)
You wouldn't steal candy from a baby, huh?
(Candy is bad for babies)
So why do you steal music online?
You should feel bad.

OKIOU(A)
Run up in this industry like IOU
I jacked Yo shit crackah huh payments overdue
Lemme spit the truth crackah IOU

Bitch I was nine when I was jacking all yo napster files
Lil rich crackah sitting with a bastard's smile like WOOP woop (WOOP)
And next I'll jack these rappers styles
They tryina to burn off but can’t skirt off cause I slashed they tires

Like nah, nah I aint paid rap for in while
I’m sorry it’s know past the point i should act like a child
But when they say to comply to the times I have to subscribe
I might flow back to Pirate Bay right like the passage of tides

So it’s true, I guess IOU
Run up in this industry like IOU
But just chill crackah hanh payments overdue
Movies television series and discographies too

I’m in deep, tell these mutherfuckers IOU
Run up in the record label, but I don’t shoot
I write checks, sorry(sorry)sorry my bad dude
I stole a bunch of y'all media so IOU

Cleptominaicle, I’ve been told I’m a sick dude
Megalomaniac, more well endowed than Lil Dicky too
Now why you sayin that? He stole my approach what should I do?
Keep stealing from Eminem, Drake, Future, Wayne, Fetty, Meth & Red, 50, Migos, and Snoop?

That shit go way back cause they stole tht shit from older black dudes
Who themself were stolen by some crackahs
----oh shit that's true
You aint sayin' compared to slavery stealing music ain't rude? Right?
...cause you better be careful.
Wait No fucking way

I'm just saying I hope y'all know what I make
Is ontop of giant shoulders that I don't wanna hate
And the ones that's still alive they should knew i say thanks
Most these mutherfuckers getting paid for it should be shanked

Let's be real... I stole a lot of movies and music
But I do not give a fuck if the studios abusive
Most fuckers in the chain getting paid are useless
But I’ll get a loan from mommy and fucking pay back my dues bitch

Cause it's true (hanh?), IOU
ya culture, and ya wallet, and ya lawyer too
So PAY UP pay up
PAY UP Crackah IOU (uh)

What?
(Like it's hard to make rap songs...
Ignorance)

I said IOU
ya culture, and ya wallet, and ya lawyer too

Man IOU
Tell deez mutherfuckers IOU
I run up in the record label but I don't shoot
I wrote checks, crackah, hanh, payments

I said it's true
IOU
ya culture, and ya wallet, and ya lawyer too
I owe ya mom
Yeah that's overdue
Tell her I say what's up
*sinister cackle*
Track Name: Private (featuring Ill Chill)
“What up this is Machine Gun Kelly and you are tuned into Jack Media."

“Ignant Ass Muther Fucking Beat"

Why you acting all private?
What the fuck you gotta hide bitch?
NSA up on my shit
Cause I’m flyer than a spy trick

Yeah yeah yeah yeah, you can check my meta data
Keep it 100 spit that shit but bitch ill never play ya

I ain’t tryinga’ jack yo plane or bomb yo building
Meanwhile they tryinga profit off Yo children
Or some villains...
'cause fuck a mutherfucking background check
Ill be that crackah in the background next
Getting dumped at by a 30 hot round pistol kel tec

Like block block... Who dat?
Don’t be the sucker some dude with a gun shoot at
Go and buy a vest so they don’t fucking do that
If you let the NSA peep, maybe they coulda knew dat

Now they wanna know bout, 'why you got shot'
They saw you’re text messages something bout a pot
'Afgan kush? This crackah a terrorist
We gon have to hit em with some TSA embarrassment, why you so private?'

Why you acting all private?

What the fuck you gotta hide bitch?
NSA up on my shit
Cause I’m flyer than a spy trick

Yeah yeah yeah yeah, you can check my meta data
Keep it 100 spit that shit but bitch ill never play ya

“you think you incognito
but everything is sequel
satellite surveillance
not easy to escape it

especially when we post up picture and location
all for the favor of a click from a stranger

not much to gain there
hard to explain, weird
cry about privacy, then famous what we try to be
admiring from afar, with the screen in between

voters of a world obscured
the bigger pictured well obscured"

Got drones on me like mozzies
They got cameras on em, doing kamikazes
Have they seen our photos? probably
Cause the user agreement say they allowed to rob me

But does it benefit me? hardly
It don’t even seem profitable oddly
Cause I ain’t gunna buy no mutherfucking bullshit products
Just cause they advertised for my hobbies

If you’re private, then you must be a criminal
And they’ll find a reason why
Don’t hide, that’s how you attract spies
Prying eyes look for treason and lies

That’s why I’m open with my shit
You won’t find no surprises
I feed the authorities with minor infractions
They’ll never know what I’m really hiding

'Why you so private?'

Hanh?
Track Name: Justin Bieber
“Yo what up?
It’s the Game
you’ tuned into
Jack Media"

‘It’s actually like cool to like Justin Bieber now
I dunno if you knew that, but like...'

I beliebe it

I’m racing from the stop signs, just like Justin Bieber!
I’ll pay a ton of cop fines, just like Justin Bieber!
Ladies say my songs are fire, just like Justin Bieber!
So I live fast and I get high, just like Justin Bieber!
I speed like Justin Bieber, rest in peace to Paul walker

Got weed like Justin Bieber, older people all talking
Like "see that Justin Bieber, what a shame, let’s all stalk him"
So in reply he lives his life, I think that’s fucking awesome

Got lean like Justin Bieber, rest in peace to DJ Screw
Ignant on the beat reppin down under yeah that’s how we do
I be like Justin Bieber, supermodels think I’m cute
Photos in my phone tell TMZ that they should get that scoop

Cause all these bitches want my nudes, like I'm Justin Bieber!
The sexts I get should make the news, like I'm Justin Bieber!
Rappers wanna be in my crew, like I’m Justin Bieber!
Sweet even when I’m acting rude, just like Justin Bieber!

I’m racing from the stop signs, just like Justin Bieber!
I pay a ton of cop fines, just like Justin Bieber!
My ladies say my songs are fire, just like Justin Bieber!
So I live fast and I get high, just like Justin Bieber!

Poor justin bieber, man at least that crackah rich
He get’s shit, but he was kidnaped as a kid from the 6
Or a different part canada...I did’t know exists
No he’s covered in tattoos tits clits and pussy lips

And he’s on his jet bitch, and then when he drives he speeds
And he never learned the rules cause he was spitting heat on beats
Thanks usher, thanks scooter, thanks the fucking industry
If you aint fuck him up he’d be a happy nobody like me

Living in my home in beverly hills, just like...
I needed a loan, but I’m just being real, just like...
Ignant on a beat Jack leave a track killed, just like...
Crackah living just like how I feel, just like...

I’m racing from the stop signs, just like Justin Bieber!
I pay a ton of cop fines, just like Justin Bieber!
My ladies say my songs are fire, just like Justin Bieber!
So I live fast and I get high, just like Justin Bieber!

Ignant
JAck

fUck dis shit doe
heh heh heh
Track Name: We Can Make It (featuring Zoë of Co.Z)
We can make it!

Get CoZ

They can't break us

WE CAN MAKE IT

Woops

If they need it
We can make it
We can be it
No need to fake it
They can’t beat us they can’t brake us
We can do it, we can make it

I can’t take it, but I’ll make it
I’ll be on the world stage staring at y’all all naked
Like WOOO damn I ain’t even nervous
Tis the season, I got purpose, I got reason, at your service

Can't believe it, but i searched it, feeling lucky, came in firstests
Spread the wealth cut back on curses, lack of trust makes funds so worthless
So i work it, but I try to keep my facts and motives surfaced
Please believe me, you gone see that we gone make it, gone be perfect

If they need it
We can make it
We be it
No need to fake it
They can’t beat us, they can’t brake or
Make us stop, so we gon make it

We can make it I say
We can make it today
We can make it some way
We can make it Today

Don’t call me thirty, call me flirty
Call me nerdy, call me wordyad
Be the purdiest at the purty
If i hadn’t shown up dirty (like WOO)

Damn Zoe go HAM
Hold up, they aint heard me
I be swervin in the PT cruisin
tryinga show up early
Singing …. (woo)

We gone make it if we try
I’m kinda worried bout the journey by the way that we drive
But now we’re grounded and we’re racing from this place to the sky
I’m sure we'll make it all the way untill the day that we die

We can make it I say
We can make it today
We can make it some way
We can make it Today

We can make it I say
We can make it

We gone work it, through the making
We can work it, we can make it
Track Name: Trap King
“Ayo whattup?
It’s the one and only DJ Drama
and you’ tuned into
Jack The Ripper"

Game of thrones when I sit up on the track
Wrong number i won’t ever hit em back
Probably old high schoolers trying get a bit of crack
'Damn crackahs what you smoking i aint evr sold that (damn)'

I ain't shit just moved a little bit of weed
Plus a lil Molly Coke & psylosybin and the speed
Nah I'm kidding talking vyvanse xr in the beads
In the middle of finals week, everyone deep in need

You a trap king, but do you even trapper keep?
Is he talking the fucking binders? this rapper is a fucking geek
Is he claimin he from the streets? water whip it like a creek?
Nope, yet, your girls pussy, I'm deep

Still what-uh, run to la now
Where the weed stow stay open all day now
So I ain't got my old college day job
Steady Rapping practicing the Macarena

Wit spicy, I'm Jack halpeno
I run this track tonight talldenga
This boy gon meet the world call tapanga
Im called a Trap King this is called a banger let's go

I’m that trap king, shakespeare with the acting
Cracka with the bacon, hold up what is that thing
Wait you just made my cocaine solid, what the crap mayne
I ain’t tryinga flip this shit I meant the trap rap thing (WOOp)

I’m that trap king, the fucking trap rap king
Shout out to the traps I jack yo rap, ill give em back mayne
Wait you just made that cocaine solid fucking crack mayne
I ain’t tryinga flip that shit I’m playin' the trap rap game

Yas trick, I roll on trap beat
If I’m doing molly, need a bowl of the fat weed
Then I need a dab no dome from a fat piece
Enail blow the smoke go back to being a rap beast

Switch up, flow, pitch up raps like
Bitch I know, this is jack mic
This is ain't yours, cause I spit that crack, the white
With that soda WOOp

I’m the deal for real bitch I told ya (WOOp)
Bag it up and push it on the corner (WOOp)
Pimp that flow but never limp I’m on it (ooo)
Hindenburg my track blimpin' on em (bOOOm)
All y’all g’s sound like wimps, c-mon kid (ooh)

...I thought killing it was Yo business
But this trap king is fittinga make it reign going Ignant (like WOOp)

I’m that trap king, shakespeare with the acting
Cracka with the bacon, hold up what is that thing
Wait you just made my cocaine solid, what the crap mayne
I ain’t tryinga flip this shit I meant the trap rap thing (WOOp)

I’m that trap king, the fucking trap rap king
Shout out to the traps I jack yo rap, ill give em back mayne
Wait you just made that cocaine solid fucking crack mayne
I ain’t tryinga flip that shit I’m playin' the trap rap game

Comfortable with ignorance, y’all don’t wanna know shit
Y’all dont wanna think a bit, so rapper stick to boastin
You’re tuned into biggest dick, every track booming out the trap jack toasting
Flow I got oceans, crackah dat dope man, you’re already sick of it, deal, I got mo shit

Rappers on some hoe shit, gossiping and copying then patenting they own shit
Do what the label say on they songs cause they own it
You aint a thug you a drug we hooked on bitch

Waiting for withdrawal, and then they go and borrow to re-up style
Check in with them tomorrow
They have it stepped on, flipped yet still we all buy it
Crackah why?

I’m that trap king, shakespeare with the acting
Cracka with the bacon, hold up what is that thing
Wait you just made my cocaine solid, what the crap mayne
I ain’t tryinga flip this shit I meant the trap rap thing (WOOp)

I’m that trap king, the fucking trap rap king
Shout out to the traps I jack yo rap, ill give em back mayne
Wait you just made that cocaine solid fucking crack mayne
I don’t mean drug deal, I’m playin' the trap rap game

[ignorant ad libs]