Bars On A Tight-Beam (Acapella)

The Almighty, God of the wri-ting
Type clean, type hype bars on a tight-beam
It's gotta be a tight team, right?
Type Spike Lee, come on, do the right thing
Bars on a tight-beam
The Almighty, God of the wri-ting
Type clean, type hype bars on a tight-beam
Bling, that is some slight thing to the right wing
Light stage like late nights so the mic gleam

See people be like "Kabuto, how you rap so good?"
And if I could tell them how I do it when they asked I would
If you don't listen to cool-g rap, you should
If you imitated them, then perhaps you could
Rap better, get the cheddar hella maybe not though
I know cats that do and yet they still can't ever rock flow
Its technically whack, their rap songs be compost
But they got shows from Littlerock to Toronto
See the thing you gotta understand about rap
Its that there is two sides being ill, rapping and raps
Even if your bars were the craftiest that
I'd ever heard, If you're a nerd that only raps on a track
You're going nowhere
You ain't even rapping if you've never did a set
Me, I ain't a rapper, I just play one on the internet
Rap on my computer, nearly never do a live show
When I do, I wild out but then I forget my lines though
What I'm trying to say is its either ain't about the mp3
Or ain't about the concerts
So if you're going to mention me
Don't call me a rapper and I'm not like a celebrity
This rap shit is a hobby, I'll lose interest eventually

The Almighty, God of the wri-ting
Type clean, type hype bars on a tight-beam
It's gotta be a tight team, right?
Type Spike Lee, come on, do the right thing
Bars on a tight-beam
The Almighty, God of the wri-ting
Type clean, type hype bars on a tight-beam
Bling, that is some slight thing to the right wing
Light stage like late nights so the mic gleam

Even so, people be like "Kabuto you rockin' dude"
Yeah even british nerds seem to think I'm proper cool
As I'd be awful rude not to talk to you its oportune
To publicise a little list of things that you ought like to do
One, be this asshole "Who wants to battle?
Y'all MC's just a bunch of cattle
Yo I'm not wack, even though I'm not black, I rap"
Two, only rhyme the last syllable like this
Motherfuckers drink my piss
Kabuto in the house
Who wants to get dissed
You get torn apart, lyricly by my wit
Three, shit that flow nice but really don't make any sense
Brisk chemical element fender it in your tenement
Venemous elegent penmanship diss blemished
Effeminate clemency ends it bliss nemesis
Four, if you don't like rap, like like rap,
yeah like, like like like, kinda like rap
Even if you sorta maybe kinda like rap,
but don't like, like like like rap, then don't rap
Five, if you're a white kid nobody cares
Theres about a million white rappers right over there
So if you rap about how you're white, I will remind you
By slapping you with the Slim Shady LP vinyl
Six, when you introduce yourself to some folks
Don't be like "You already know, bro"
Cause they don't
Seven, stop rapping with the flimsiest shit
e.g. your friend calling you is not an interesting skit
Eight, if you rap about your heat and the feds
And the raw white, don't get into beefs on the web
Nine, hate everything you do, You will learn more faster
Ten, never take advice from a nerd-core rapper

The Almighty, God of the wri-ting
Type clean, type hype bars on a tight-beam
It's gotta be a tight team, right?
Type Spike Lee, come on, do the right thing
Bars on a tight-beam
The Almighty, God of the wri-ting
Type clean, type hype bars on a tight-beam
Bling, that is some slight thing to the right wing
Light stage like late nights so the mic gleam

Never take advice from a nerdcore rapper
Never take advice from a nerdcore rapper
Bars on a tight-beam
Bars on a tight-beam