All that (and a bag of chips)

[Verse 1]
People sayin' they don't want beef, but they fishy, like pescatarians
Every day, gotta' check in with all of my dogs, like veterinarians
Mental Americans shaped by federal heritage
It's detrimental to care for those who do not have them merits
I be teachin' to the youth, typin' in font that's serif-free
I don't wan' constantly have to look for where the sheriff be
They sayin' that we free, but we isn't, it's just embarassin'
Blame it on where the parents be, blamin'-, but speakin' terribly
All the proof is there to see, but, apparently it's scarcely talked about
But they'll hear my words and they will start flockin' 'bout
Walkin' out, cop a Glock in house, threaten me, sayin' "Stop it now!"
I'm just speakin' truth, while you listenin' to some products, ouch!
Not to be prideful, but I'm insane, bro!
Lyrical rap goin' straight to yo' brain dome!
Until I die, I be preachin' with all these great flows
"Praise Jesus Christ"' be the epitaph on my gravestone!

[Hook]
"I'm all that, and a bag of chips, I'm like-"
Nobody wants to try me, I don't take my words lightly!
"I'm all that, and a bag of chips"
Gotta' call on the Lord to find me, don't mess with Lucifer's light beam!
"I'm all that, and a bag of chips, I'm like-"
Nobody wants to try me, I don't take my words lightly!
"I'm all that, and a bag of chips"
Gotta' call on the Lord to find me, don't mess with Lucifer's light beam!

[Verse 2]
Get this cash in the future, I'm focusin' on the music now
Now, if you say something's freestyled, you got to prove it
How rappers got all the tools but ain't knowin' just how to use it? Wow
Showin' guns for videos, they don't know how to shoot it
It's lucrative how they're thinkin' they'll make a movement
By sayin' that they's the new kid and doing nothing brand new with
What's already been established, thinking they'll make net balance
Off of a couple of them trap songs with the same-old same flow
They come in different shapes and sizes, like some animal crackers
Sayin' that, "God's great"- but only work in tangible matters
So, when they start blowin' up and becomin' flammable rappers
The Devil comes in and tries to put on the manacles faster
But, what does that all really mean for our society?
A million young children drunk off rap, no sobriety
Violently dumbin' our own brains down till they actin' mindlessly
While labels grow and start amassin' green, like some papyrus leaves

[Hook]
"I'm all that, and a bag of chips, I'm like-"
Nobody wants to try me, I don't take my words lightly!
"I'm all that, and a bag of chips"
Gotta' call on the Lord to find me, don't mess with Lucifer's light beam!
"I'm all that, and a bag of chips, I'm like-"
Nobody wants to try me, I don't take my words lightly!
"I'm all that, and a bag of chips"
Gotta' call on the Lord to find me, don't mess with Lucifer's light beam!

[Verse 3]
I know nobody's askin' me to speak all this in the booth
So, I'm only here for the few who will go listen to truth
I don't know to tell you, I'm really tryin' my hardest
And that's just for these departments; the others? Don't get me started
What if hip-hop was still ‘bout standin' ‘gainst the censorship?
I only made this song ‘cause I feel less free than I've ever been
Ain't influenced by culture, I'm a maverick
For now, they do not understand it, but it really doesn't matter, since-

[Hook]
"I'm all that, and a bag of chips, I'm like-"
Nobody wants to try me, I don't take my words lightly!
"I'm all that, and a bag of chips"
Gotta' call on the Lord to find me, don't mess with Lucifer's light beam!

[Outro]
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