Goosebumps Lyrics - Ft. Schama Noel (Prod. Yung Exclusive, CuBeatz & Cardo)

Lyrics~ Schama Noel
Flow is deadly.
Like nails on carpets, walk wit' caution.
Someone help me...
Been eatin' so many rappers.
Man, this can't be healthy...
Been killin' so many rappers.
Dawg, put me in jail please...
I'm one of them bad toddlers that walk by--what can you tell me..?
Yeah...
This where the song begin.
Since a youngin' they was like, "what's wrong with him?"
'Schama The Narcissist', came to kill all you kids...
Like a bad babysitter.
I'm a tad crazy, only have crazy.
It's a bad day to be a black man...
In our past lives, we was all slaves.
You a flat-tire in the car race...
Need a wrong key, to the right gate!
You could find me, wit' them Ike stays.
Like the fine notes, where Mike played.
I'm 22 years cold, that's an Ice Age.
We ain't free, we just live in a nice cage.
We ain't advanced, we just live in a nice--cave, like wait...
Let me get that, let me spit that.
Rap for them kids wit' the wrist scratched.
Came to school, no socks 'N a ripped back.
Teased everything.
So it's pitch black.
Can't get no job, so he flipped crack.
He sold that white like your lips chapped.
Can you blame him, for them payments.
That he gettin' now that he slangin'.
Better than them minimum wages.
Better than him sittin' in basements.
Better than him flippin' them pages.
Tryin' to find a way to escape his...
Old life 'cause he feel like he caged in.
Don't cry, just a picture I'm paintin'.
Sometimes raps more than a basic...
16 'bout how you got 8 whips.
Like you disobeyed your parents.
Like you did it your way, you was careless.
Spongebob did you finish those errands?--
Spongebob did you finish those errands?--
Ch'eah, flow is deadly.
Like nails on carpets, walk wit' caution.
Someone help me...
Been eatin' so many rappers.
Man, this can't be healthy...
Been killin' so many rappers.
Dawg, put me in jail please...
I'm one of them bad toddlers that walk by--what can you tell me..?
Yeah...
Give me facts, I'ma detailed person.
My circle tight, like a female virgin.
Searchin' for myself, a female-version.
Are ya'll blind, 'N we sell curtains.
The truth is disturbin'...--
Never kiss the lips of a serpent.
Anything that looks too good to be true,
is probably bad 'N I know that for certain.
I'm so marvelous, to my city, I'ma hero.
Should'a made that Marvel's List.
I don't ever see no action.
All you guys are talkative.
'N I don't encourage fightin', but I gotta lot a hits.
'N I got a lot a haters, but I won't respond to them.
I don't even know your name, but thank you for acknowledgin'.
Whether you hate me or love me, you still know I exist.
So access you memory banks 'N pull out some common sense...
'bout a start flowin' now.
Can't spare you this ain't bolan pow.
Can a beat, man the beat so volatile.
Skin is bronze, but I'ma golden child.
I'm Lebron. I see the open Isle, open lane.
Home, away. It don't matter. I'ma own the game.
I am prone to fame. If you try to stay wit' me,
I'll leave you in no remains.
It Schama, I put the Pro-in pane.--
Man, this is my lowest lane...--
Strange,--freestyle off the top a my brain...
This is not my song. This is Schama's song.
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