Testi Shining - Laws

Shining

I’m shining man, I got a lot of flavor
I got a lot of fans, I got a lot of haters
Don’t got a lot of time, don’t wanna be a player
'Cause this game so cold and you know I’m shining man
I got a lot of flavor, I got a lot of fans
I got a lot of haters, don’t got a lot of time
Don’t wanna be a player 'cause this game so cold
That local only crowd acting like they know me now
I’ve already passed that stage, welcome to the bonus round
See, I’m just stacking up them points for my high score
These rhyming dinosaurs riding 'round in eyesores
But I soar become what you hear 'cause you don’t even need 'em out
Now watch me weed 'em out, I got my garden sheers, I got my hands dirty
Yes I’m the hardest here now bring out the band for me
I’m about to rock out like it’s '99, labels wanna sign me, fine
Swagger drey and mighty eye, watch me redefine the grind
Simply went in search for the best production that I could find
Spibble this ticket, most disgusting lyrics I have designed
Teaching 'em how to fear, look around like now we here
Beat the beat like house of fear, reach my peak like mountain ears
First your eyes, now your ears, now your wallet, then your soul
Telling friends ain’t optional, new version of rock and roll
Back when I was Indy, I just wanted to be major
I bet when I am major, I will want to become bigger
Haters gonna treat me like the one that got away
I just want my microphone to be famous as vinyl shades
'Cause when I get to rapping, I’m like Dr. Manhattan
I make a world outta dust kinda like an attic
I make something from nothing but I’m still cumbersome
'Cause in the perfect world, M.L.P would be number one
I let the drummer drum, I let the lead play, I let the beat breath
I’m feeling me today, I let 9th talk, bottom of the 9th walk
No fathers to my style, this came up off the sidewalk
Like I pop a wheelie, even your mama feel me
Dirty as Acchianeli, living like Machiavelli
Apparently I’m dead but nobody stopped to tell me
So I’m a keep on living it up 'cause…
I’m shining, I’m glistening
I’ve been dropping jewels since metaphors was the in-thing
And even when it went out, I still pulled my pen out
And hit the open mics until the club to told me to get out
I was dues paying, now I’m Bobby Vujaying
All these rappers fake here, they tupeeing
And we wonder why pause is the new saying
'Cause these brothers funnier than two Wayans
I ain’t about jokes, I’m stone-faced
I’m doing 90 on a backstreet with no brakes
You eating up my time, I’m throwing peace in your face
If you a business man, be brief with your case
I’m five seconds from fame, a minute from legendary
An hour from making my life sweeter than Ben and Jerry’s
I’m 'bout to live forever like the flame song
People used to say my name wrong, now