Lyrics 28 Wednesdays Later (Intro) - Chris Webby

28 Wednesdays Later (Intro)

Yeah
What a fucking year it’s been, huh?
Set this shit off
I been feeling gracious, living life, covering my basis
Even while the mask been covering your faces
I’m essential business, moneymaking in my basement
Still on the cusp of greatness, I can taste it
'Cause Webby ain’t afraid of a hard day’s work
See the elbow grease
on a white stained shirt
I’m a lyrical weapon shooting
my aim first
Catch so many bodies, got my lawyer on retainer
I am one of the last Jedi on earth
Got my light saber with me till they put me in a hearse
Better double check my pulse 'fore you put me in the dirt
'Cause I’m hard to kill, iron will, pain in the hurt, like
Fuel to the fire, kerosene, go get my lighter
I’m a beast, I’m a fighter, I’m a highly trained writer
No reality television, Christian is a survivor
And the game full of fakes, so I’m known as the supplier
Of the truth from my point of view, shit ain’t nothing new
I ain’t in the
but they throwing up the double-you
Colonel Mustard with the candlestick, y’all don’t got a clue
Bear arms in this bitch like yabba-dabba-doo
Just to move I need five bands
Know my worth, paying salaries and buying land
You couldn’t do what I’ve done in a hundred lifespans
Only time I cover my heart up is with my right hand, bitch, I swear to goodness
I’ma kill it, 'bout to get it, I can feel it in my bones
Took a minute, now I’m grown, if you listening at home
You can see the evolution, had to get it on my own
I had to build myself a throne
Now I’m sitting on it, smoking chronic, sipping gin and tonic
Nagasaki with the flow, they say my shit atomic
Quick as Sonic when I’m ripping shit up, you don’t really want it
product fresh up out the zoo, no Joe Exotic
But earned my stripes though (yeah)
Shit, I look like Shere Khan when the lights low
Yo, I’m so fucking good at rapping when I write, though
That there ain’t a single misspelling or a typo
Carmen Sandiego, you don’t even know what spot I’m in (nah)
Only time I drop a pin, it’s a Klonopin
When I’m being clumsy, better trust me, oh my God, I been
Fully fueled up, baby, listen
again, ain’t no stopping him
Water moccasin, I been dripping venom on the mic
Hit 'em with a right, someone get to kissing 'em goodnight
Me and you are not alike, ain’t no synonym in sight
I’m as cold blooded as an amphibian, I’m like
The goddamn people’s champ and I give 'em what they order, bitch
Never back down, I’m forever insubordinate
Fully independent, Webby never going corporate
Only got the red pill, pulling up like Morpheus
Shit, I’m like freedom of speech in human form
Motherfucker, I was born just to go against the norm
With my thoughts, I been brewing up a storm
And this is just the start, consider yourself warned
They already tried censoring me so while I’m able
It’s time to lay my nuts on the motherfucking table (suck 'em too)
Shit, I’m HBO Go, Hulu, and Netflix
With some Disney+ mix, bitch you just basic cable (hah)
The label is ADHD with a mission
So refill your Adderall prescriptions
Better pay attention, everybody listen
'Cause y’all been put to sleep by all the music you’ve been given
So I wrote these raw thoughts in a jay paper
Was gonna end the album series but I’ll stay later (I'll stay a while)
So go and grab my pills and bill and a straight razor
It’s 28 Wednesdays later