Artist: 6lack Album: Coffee Bean Exercise (S) Song: Coffee Bean Exercise Typed by: AZ Lyrics Got a little cold Look Don't mention my name if it ain't love attached This exercise, man I love to rap It only take a couple bars for me to warm up Show up, show out All over the place, like a Nicki. M roll out Shout out to the Barbs, but don't be in my comments Spammin' wit' no unicorns, fuckin' up my conscience It's love, I just figure out the best metaphors My studio a Mecca like a young Okafor This is polished, shinin', eclipse, blindin' Tom Brady timin', young Clipse, Grindin' Niggas think that I'm a singer till I really hit that switch My mental dictionary is a fully loaded clip I'm wit' Sway in the AM, sip gin like, Asian rapper, back from battle rapper days I got accolades, Grammy nominated from my first shit Put your best verse against my worst shit, perfect Ain't it funny how that shit goes I ain't viral, but I bet this shit goes I know they love it when a nigga put them words together Spit, rip, and dip, put them verbs together Shit's strange, long way from where I came Evil blockin' my vision just like a bang But I'm Geppetto to a puppet Writer for a muppet Eye on the prize, you got pride? Better tuck it I ain't pop but I got carbonated verses Them shits burn like soda when you first sip I can't kick no bullshit when people out here suicidal So love to my idols, love for my rivals Love to my bible, love for my rifle Love like Eiffel Tower, over any nigga thinkin' that he wit' me Listen to your CD, put em in a [?], shoulda been a frisbee This is for my nigga's back home, Zone This is for the ones who led me on, gone This is for them girls thinkin' wrong, it's long And this is for my girl when I get home, bone Strong, wish a nigga clone Wish a nigga pluck a hair just for a strand of DNA Take it to the lab, hold it to the light And give it to the specimen, but not quite right I'm flexed up lyrical tech up, TEC'd up Complex nigga Nadeska, blessed up I could do this shit wit' no hands and no eyes Could probably kick this shit with no foot, I'm that fire I am not to be compared, don't be foolish Southern rapper wit' a twist, like a Rubik's I am Skywalker smokin', don't get too high, bitch I did not come here to play, I'm on some Kawhi shit I'm on some Dubai Shit, I'm on some "save up and be wise" shit It sounds lame when them singles stop streamin' And your labels stop callin', and you stressed out tryin' I'll be somewhere on an island Chillin' with my tribe, and I don't know who these nigga's think they are Put holes in the beat my flow is an AR I am a God like R-A They don't want beef so lay low, get hit wit' A-Rod like J-Lo Wet flow, y'all nigga's slippin' Russle Westbrook, boys y'all niggas trippin' Russle Westbrook, boys y'all niggas trippin'