DESCRIPTION:
Title: Idk
Artist: Azer Slays
Album: Psyche!

Lyrics:

Scumbo:
My rhymes are often lame
Sometimes I pray I could be off the chain
Explaining how I wanna be somebody but it's
Gonna take some time and I'll have to wait, whatcha sayin?
I'm a microphone mastermind
Half the time, harassing rhymes is getting me
To where I wanna be but the other half is sap and cryin
But all the stuff you write is about as good as half of mine
All i gotta do is check these blessings
Depressed yet the best thing since texting
I'm tryna get away from random people texting me
By using lyrical complexity
So many rappers to silence for I'm the flyest no lyin
No finance but i assure you all that i am the finest
Rappers are crying, thinking it's rocket science
To beat the best thing in hip hop since tupac was signed
I still think I'm rather ill listening to
Oldies, man I'm bumping marshall mathers still
Mad jams got me thinking i could be a rapper still
The microphone is wonderland I'm on my mad hatter skills
I'm a scumbag, baby, and a dope one at that
Flyest dude in a tie, button up and backpack
I wish i had some rap tracks and fat stacks
But now i got some ramen and a mic with mad cracks
And a notepad, writing at 5 in the morning
Getting ready for my possibly ok one take recording
Pass on this rap stuff? Id rather be
Waterboarded than to give up what i consider to be most important
Matter fact I'm so excited i wrote this in 15 minutes
Because i really want to put it out, i really want to give it
And i understand I'm not great, but I'm surely gifted
I don't only feel good about it, man I'm feeling lifted
And rest assured I'm gonna thank the Lord
For the support and thanks for yours
And even if i aint really made it for sure
I'm still tremendous, so they call me Tre for short
Scumbo.

Azer:
Listen up I'm done with the insults from kids with no credibility I've been dope
Behaving sporadically you mad at me cause I rock beats philosophically like Socrates stuffing deep pockets with papers, lighter and half a g, spray shots like cocked glocks shits hot popping like pop rocks
You're damn right bitch, King slayer, Camped in the bushes with a red dot laser, my mind is sharp my words cut like razors
I shock and I stun like a taser, fuckin lion tamer, stacks on deck and I'm swearing like a sailor 
Hella hitters hitting hard leaving scars and ya body burning in your car crazy killers coming quick so I know the message sticks flip scripts skip the dip smoke and rip then I'm gone in a zip with police walking by like I'm giving 'em the slip 

Inside minds like mine showing sinful signs step up get you and your crew crucified 
Oh my oh my he's gone too far with is this 
Feeling like Chan as I Take hit from the spliff make a wish wizard kids can't stand me well then take a seat bitch shred on this
Dirty days never fades signed, yours truly
Azer Slays

Damn Donald