Lyrics Chris Webby – Tread Lightly
Text:
If that’s true, If you don’t know who I am, then maybe the best course would be to tread lightly
Verse 1: Chris Webby
Listen bitch
Better tread lightly, I put ’em to bed nightly
I got the haters mad because their chick is my next wifey
(Keep talking) I don’t care if i got your respect, bite me
Y’all think that people up and Connecticut can’t rap
Well watch as me and Ap’ go and put an end to that
While these other rappers counting their chickens before they hatch
I said fuck it, and made them over easy with some hash
(Oh My God he’s on the drugs again) Urine so dirty
Only at my local deli am I going cold turkey
So much musical knowledge they’re asking if I went to Berklee
Leaving third degree burns on the microphone until they heard me
I roll around with eighteen birdies, and I ain’t playing golf
Just them Kit-Kat bitches, I got to break them off
Got them breathing heavy as Vader giving a monologue
Mazel-tov, Wolf in the game, you just a common dog
I don’t even care
My name be ringing bells like Hector Salamanca with dynamite in his wheelchair
So get right, C. Webby is dead nice
You don’t know me so trust me bitch, just tread light
Hook: Chris Webby
If you don’t know me, you better tred light
Oh you people got a lot to say, well okay step up to the mic
(Step, Step up, Step up)
But you ain’t my homie, so i’m not gonna play nice
All I need is sixteen bars, swear to God I could end your life
(Take that motherfuckers)
Verse 2: Apathy
Shatter matter, at a rate the fake evaporate
Evacuate the wake, then lay the body, I decapitate
I take the head, take you to the hood of my whip
Foot on the metal wood and grip, floating like a wooden ship
Shouldn’t shitty rappers ask us permission to rhyme?
Permission declined, the mics booby trapped with fishing line
Finna’ shine since a fetus, I can see the finish line
Vicious mind, victims lying in blood when I split your spine
Now I’m spying on these bitches showing tithes on vine
Looking pretty, hoes pose in front of Hollywood signs
If it comes to Me and You, you lose every time
I been deadly with the rhymes since Nirvana Nevermind
Never whine, never crying, never dying, I’m designed
Out of iron, I’m a lion, I’m defined as divine
I’m Allah, I’m Jehovah, Amen-rah, I’m a soldier
I’m a boulder-moving mutant, super human, shit its over
Supernova, super soaker full of acid, I’m blasting
I’m blacking out, passing out laughing at the fact that you rapping
I’m rapidly cracking you crackers into cabbages for bragging
I’m body bagging hoes, y’all shorter then Bilbo Baggins
Hook: Chris Webby
If you don’t know me, you better tred light
Oh you people got a lot to say, well okay step up to the mic
(Step, Step up, Step up)
But you ain’t my homie, so i’m not gonna play nice
All I need is sixteen bars, swear to God I could end your life
(Take that motherfuckers)
