Ea, it's Chris Webby. Yup, CT where you at? Check, y'all mother fuckers can hate all the fuck you want. You can't stop me from shinin'. Ha. Yea.
[Verse 1]
You can't stop my shinin', drop fly rhymin' And all day for love of hip hop I'm grindin' Grindin' grindin', make sparks and blind em Now throw that beat in like it was said so by Simon I'm in, tougher than a double black diamond Hofstra's Mufasa, watch out for the lion I'm just a dog like Bryan, Griffin Try and, listen I am, Christian Graduated out of a prepped out academy Leapt out, instead of a step out done gradually That'll be the day I always used to think Back having braces and only juice to drink My mom's a math teacher my dad plays guitar My dog's a Bichon, so I can't act hard Only child in the bunch, I been told I'll go mad far Fifth grade I said, "Mom I wanna be a rap star!" And the whole family was taken aback Embracing rap? Is he seriously taking the path After a few years of practice I just played em a track And now their all dead convinced I'll be famous in fact, cuz
[Chorus] (Samantha Davies)
Cuz you could try to stop me shinin' Or try to hold me down But I'ma have to keep on grindin' (X2)
[Verse 2]
Every single day I shine bitch, rhyme sick I spit, till I can't breathe some one give me the Heimlich My waves are seismic, got fly chicks on my dick As time ticks, I spit it so hot I change climates Cuz I'm just a crazy white boy with mad talent A Libra believe dog I'ma stay balanced With a gallon of liquor within my bladder Get higher than six ladders, and rock shows like Mic Jagger Badder than anybody that you've ever seen Rollin' up that ever green, since way before seventeen Got a clever scheme, and I hit em with track power Writin' lyrics stayin' up all night like Jack Bauer I act louder, and way more belligerent Got that keg on tap till I'm killin' it Layin' down the rules like a syllabus Speaking in gibberish Tearing shit down more than a little bit Cuz I, have the flow and have the rhythm That's why shit is coming together like magnetism This cat is spittin', separating fact from fiction Murdering the crowd with every single rap I've written (I'm nice! )
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I ain't a thug from the hood but can't stop my shinin' So shoot me nine times gettin' rich, I'll die tryin' And then I'll know that you hearin' it Cuz I won't stop till I'm on top like dessert in the food pyramid Period, I'm clever with wit Cuz if Winnie's the Pooh, then Webby's the shit White boy murders tracks, leave em restin' in peace So I'ma let Sam kill it for the rest of the beat, peace (I'm out)