"Immature"

Prod. ALMIGHTY ACZAVIER Lyrics: This beat is immature I guess I better get back on the school bus Shut the fuck up because this beat is too nuts Yea, I'll take the tool out but not get get too loud Man, this beat is kind of annoying I might just tune out Boy, I come from the boondocks, now cool down Before I get the sticks and do a double boomdown Put me in the corner, I might lose it Ya know, ya never know with a loser Run you down in my old school bluie It'll get gooey Your woman, introduce me Oooey, no hawk fooey Talk for a couple minutes and it's nudies Put me in the water and I'll find buoys I did background on Judge Judy It was really kinda moody Like, it was really kind of scripted Not to pick fights but this is a Cliff mic This is a Cliff night I'm Batman, I'm a bad man, I'm in the back of the van Not to go off on a tangent, but I got a plan If you got the men, let's get it in I've been hitting the gym I've been spinning these cycles like a ceiling fan Organic, I'm a man, no needles or crack I'm as high as the top of the atlas Pheromones catnip Darkwing Duck or something Or a Disney prince or something They got my prints in the system I can't say I did when I didn't Got you in a trance, how you're feeling this shit I'm crossing that line like a pilgrimage I'm good in the hood like a warmup fit Don't ask me about no cornbread I'm from Wisconsin, that's corny I'm the king, you better adorn me Yea we got the midwest charm but we get ornery Get over it Check your privilege, that's over with I'm a golem, I'm a polar bear Yap yap, she got a yap Bow bow, bow See, I can do it too but I ain't part of the crew yet Milwaukee is like a movie set All these little moving sets All I can do is do my best And I'm on 10 whenever I step Motormouth flow like I keep a Tech God as my witness and my vest Fans asking how I remember everything I said And I don't really, I just freestyle when I forget Abusing these bigots, and these fakes I pray these Jakes, and these Karens, get the fade Shout out the good parents I dare you to keep it straight Even if you're overpaid, or you're hanging off your mate Do it your own way and that's a lot of weight Keep the pace And when you're doing great Don't be afraid to have a piece of cake Or cop a new gold chain Or spit a hot new 68 That's fate