(feat. Sam Davies)





Ea, it's Chris Webby. Yup, CT where you at?

Check, y'all mother fuckers can hate all the fuck you want.

You can't stop me from shinin'. Ha. Yea.



[Verse 1:]

You can't stop my shinin', drop fly rhymin'

And all day for love of hip hop I'm grindin'

Grindin' grindin', make sparks and blind em

Now throw that beat in like it was said so by Simon

I'm in, tougher than a double black diamond

Hofstra's Mufasa, watch out for the lion

I'm just a dog like Bryan, Griffin

Try and, listen I am, Christian

Graduated out of a prepped out academy

Leapt out, instead of a step out done gradually

That'll be the day I always used to think

Back having braces and only juice to drink

My mom's a math teacher my dad plays guitar

My dog's a Bichon, so I can't act hard

Only child in the bunch, I been told I'll go mad far

Fifth grade I said, "Mom I wanna be a rap star! "

And the whole family was taken aback

Embracing rap? Is he seriously taking the path

After a few years of practice I just played em a track

And now their all dead convinced I'll be famous in fact, cause



[Chorus x2: Samantha Davies]

Cause you could try to stop me shinin'

Or try to hold me down

But I'm a have to keep on grindin'



[Verse 2:]

Every single day I shine bitch, rhyme sick

I spit, till I can't breathe some one give me the Heimlich

My waves are seismic, got fly chicks on my dick

As time ticks, I spit it so hot I change climates

Cause I'm just a crazy white boy with mad talent

A Libra believe dog I'm a stay balanced

With a gallon of liquor within my bladder

Get higher than six ladders, and rock shows like Mic Jagger

Badder than anybody that you've ever seen

Rollin' up that ever green, since way before seventeen

Got a clever scheme, and I hit em with track power

Writin' lyrics stayin' up all night like Jack Bauer

I act louder, and way more belligerent

Got that keg on tap till I'm killin' it

Layin' down the rules like a syllabus

Speaking in gibberish

Tearing shit down more than a little bit

Cause I, have the flow and have the rhythm

That's why shit is coming together like magnetism

This cat is spittin', separating fact from fiction

Murdering the crowd with every single rap I've written (I'm nice!)



[Chorus]



[Verse 3:]

I ain't a thug from the hood but can't stop my shinin'

So shoot me nine times gettin' rich, I'll die tryin'

And then I'll know that you hearin' it

Cause I won't stop till I'm on top like dessert in the food pyramid

Period, I'm clever with with

Cause if Winnie's the Pooh, then Webby's the shit

White boy murders tracks, leave em restin' in peace

So I'm a let Sam kill it for the rest of the beat, peace (I'm out)