Rare Form - CONWAY THE MACHINE

Look

Catch me in the base, trynna send a package up-state

20 P’s of each box wrapped in a package and tape

I ain’t never lackin', always keep the strap on my waist

Nigga get out of pocket, I’ma put you back in your place

Spent 20 on a chain, I made it back, so I’m straight

Now I can throw that 20 back in a safe

You said you iller than Machine, that’s like a slap in the face

You can’t match the raps I create or tracks that I make

Ayo look, hold up

That was the 8th?

(Ay that was the 8th bar)

I got 7 more bars to show these rappers I’m great

I mean I took over the game at an immaculate pace

You see all these racks that I made, got a staggering weight

I knew I had a classic 'fore they mixed and master my tape

Smoking gas with my nigga Burner in the back of a rave

I promise most of these rappers is fake

Last nigga fronted in the club got his head cracked with a 8th

I know that this is 16th but fuck that

When I rap I go apeshit

So when

It be the niggas that you got love for that come after your cake

You seem paid in full, what happened to 8th

Aghhh

Uh, I’m in rare form (uh-huh)

40 on my hip blow a nigga airborne (Boom Boom)

Rare form

I’m in a whole 'nother zone

Well, tell the niggas I’m in rare form

Bread getting longer, the bars getting stronger (This shit easy nigga)

'Cause on every song I’m a motherfucking monster (uhh)

I’m in rare form (I'm in rare form nigga)

Motherfucker I’m in rare form

It’s the almighty machine

Ain’t no rapper hard like bars like the machine

All night on the scene, so raw and it was clean

In the yard right, I kept this AR packed with the beam (Brrr)

Don’t think I’m slippin', the four right in my jeans

I will let it off and

The big dawg, I ball like I’m Kareem

With the hooks, they ain’t know that the

I’m a God, right?

And you like Cartwright

From the free-throw line, I take off like I’m

All the shit I seen, spent all night with the fiends

Slept by the doorbell when all night it would rain

wrapped in McQueens, get the whore outta your dreams

She don’t rock the, my broad

Copped the designer things and all type of new bling

Rocking Louis, Supreme, get long pipe to your queen

The machine

Line 'em niggas up, man

That’s my word, line 'em niggas up

And not none of this shit hit no nigga

Ain’t none of this shit on no motherfuckin' iPhone, nigga

I just stand in front of the mic and let that shit go, nigga

Drums, we flood niggas

I’m in rare form, nigga

(Come on, nigga) Y’all niggas can’t fuck with me when I’m just doing like this

Ayy, how y’all gon' fuck with me when I write it, nigga

I mean ask yourself

Is you fuckin serious nigga

Machine, bitch

Yahhhhh