Big K.R.I.T.

Big K.R.I.T. - Mt. Olympus lyrics

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[Hook:]
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
5 albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought they wanted molly, thought they wanted drank
Fuck them niggas, now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
5 albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted gold, thought they wanted shine
Thought they wanted radio, bitch make up your mind
(Yeah ho)

[Verse 1:]
All this attention and I don't even know what I might even do with it
That Control beat is like an ugly bitch that everybody done fucked raw,
Maybe you hit it
Aww man, I'm more concerned why niggas been texting my cell,
Calling my phone
Ask me about this Kendrick shit, that he really ain't even diss me on it
I ain't really drawing on all this propaganda
Rap shit bout' as real as Santa
Now I'm lyrical all of the sudden,
Well last year they claim they ain't understand me
I'm burying this (yeah ho!), and pissing on they graves
Another nigga, other nigga name on your chain and they call me a slave
Niggas scared of this country boy, lord forbid I catch a body in the studio
Tryin' to calm your soul, lookin' at your manager, I think Krizzle got me
I put you in the trunk with these subwoofers, 5th wheel in my shot
I'm so prolific with these scriptures they might give me a Bible
Page 1, come in son, mind your manners, just be cool
I know you lame when you was in school,
A little fame you ain't used to
And it was easy for you to move through,
In yo class draw up these swords
Like one of these days I'm gonna be a rapper,
But all my verse gonna be borrowed
So I'm gonna take from all these Southern artists
That mainstream never heard of
Recycle all of they lingo and make sure I screw my words up
Bravo for your swagger-jackin',
I'm overwhelmed by your dedication
You actually fooled people into thinking that your music was innovative
Frustrated, rap battlin' never got me out of no public housin'
You tellin' me I can be King of Hip-Hop and they wouldn't give it to Andre 3000?
Nigga please, this award ain't got shit to do with us
God could physically come down and say he the greatest,
My favorite, ya'll should listen, he had potential
To outlive a heatwave I'mma send through this motherfucker
And reveal for a whole 'nother culture
And that wouldn't be enough
So fuck these haters and fuck these hoes
Damn right I still mean that

[Hook:]
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
5 albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought they wanted molly, thought they wanted drank
Fuck them niggas, now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
5 albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted gold, thought they wanted shine
Thought they wanted radio, bitch make up your mind

[Verse 2:]
Hope the hook wasn't too simple - either way nigga, I wrote it
Yes, I made the beat, yes, I mixed the track,
I am far from whack, you a one-trick pony
I don't fall in line, I define what's rhyme,
Fuck what you was thinkin', bloggers they can quote it
Lotta rappers buried underneath my house,
They know what I'm 'bout, you ain't even know it
Overdosed on hocus-pocus, jibber-jabber,
Snap on my stature was firebreathin' dragon
King of every castle, how you signing rappers?
All these label must be giving out a raffle
Wranglin' like cattle, keep a nigga shackled
Leavin' people baffled, tap dance nigga
Misleadin' all of your rap fans, nigga
Wilin' why don't ya'll do a lap dance, nigga
Sap ass nigga, do whatever for some dap ass nigga
I ain't got time
To watch out for children, stay out my kitchen,
The shit that I'm cookin' ain't mean for your kind
Crackin' and bashin' the shit out your spine
King with a crown, humble and tall
Tyrants never keep quiet, they'd rather be violent
So I'm beheading them all!
The lay up I'm laying I'm settin' fire to buldings and bridges
You ain't sellout a show until you sell out one in Mississippi
What’s good for Hip Hop may not be good for my soul
So, I keep flexin', wreckin', for the people that respect it,
Check it, fuck I'm Control
(Are you not entertained!)
Bitch!

[Hook:]
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
5 albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought they wanted molly, thought they wanted drank
Fuck them niggas, now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
5 albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted gold, thought they wanted shine
Thought they wanted radio, bitch make up your mind

[Outro:]
Fuck them niggas!
Yea, I said it, fuck them niggas!
Yea, I said it, fuck them niggas!
Yea, I said it, thought you wanted radio,
Bitch make up your mind
Fuck them niggas!
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