Caterpillar Remix (feat. Logic & King Green)

You will not be able to stay home, brotha
 You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out
 You will not be able to lose yourself on
 skag and skip out for beer during commercials
 Because the revolution will not be televised
 This right here for the number ones
 Number ones here with your number one
 You ain't number one, just another one
 Now everybody sayin' that they number one
 Ring the alarm, the caterpillar keeps firing
 Ohh, we in the war, where butterflies keep dyin' (ahh)
 I'm a product of Parker Lewis and Kubiak
 If didn't do this, where in the fuck would you be at?
 See there's a difference between us, what I spit hit arenas
 You a drip from my penis, I eat lions and sip hyenas
 You number one when it come to slaughtered mics
 I'm tryna be number one in my son and daughter life
 Uhh, all you niggas my little rapper babies
 Y'all my children, y'all bit my shit and contracted rabies
 Don't you rate me next to these rapper, baby, that's degrading
 My style got so many different facets
 I switch into so many different passions
 I'm skippin' class to be fascinatin'
 My pen is like Big Ben, this shit's just a classic waiting
 Your favorite rapper come at me, I just decapitate him
 Out here congratulating these has-beens who had their highs
 These rappers only won their matches because they strategize
 I bring attitude to these patterns, and here's my battle cry
 Ring the alarm, the caterpillar is firing
 Ohh, we in the war, where butterflies keep dyin' (ahh)
 This right here for the number ones
 Number ones here with your number one
 You ain't number one, just another one
 Now everybody sayin' that they number one
 Here take your number one, quit
 Number one soul, get your number one chip
 Number one fly with your number one kicks
 When it's all done then your number gon' switch
 Hold up, wait a minute
 Guess what I'ma never do
 Show so much respect to you
 That I feel like we're friends, so now we no longer competitors
 That could be the death of you
 Never let someone who's not as smart as you gas you up
 And tell you somethin' you never knew
 Always stay professional
 You always gon' make revenue
 Don't let people next to you that don't want the best for you
 It's completely normal to hold on to a regret or two
 I do what I want to do, they do what I let them do
 Everything niggas be sayin' is a fuckin' lie
 There is nothing I can say to you that is realer
 Remember when you raisin' the butterfly
 Don't you ever disrespect the fucking caterpillar
 This right here for the number ones
 Number ones here with your number one
 You ain't number one, just another one
 Now everybody sayin' that they number one
 Now you think that you number one, quit
 Number one soul, get your number one chip
 Number one fly with your number one kicks
 When it's all done then your number gon' switch
 You looking at Attila
 The psychopathic killer, the caterpillar
 Don't tell me when I'm supposed to rap until
 Especially when your favorite rapper ain't even half as ill
 A savage still,
 the track's a banana peel, attack at a silver-back gorilla
 You're havin' a little trouble fathomin' this is actually happenin'
 Like Anderson Silva back when he snapped his shin in half and then
 had the shit hangin' by a flap of skin after
 he tried to plant the shit back on the mat again
 Pad to pen I'm barely like harlots when they're blinkin' a lot
 You copy me, but you're not
 You can't be butterflies
 My offsprings are just moths
 I see that thing I'ma squash it and rip the wings of it off
 So ring the alarm,
 pull the extinguisher off of the wall, set the sprinklers off
 Like Jada Pinkett and Queen Latifah
 'Till the shingles come off the roof will shatter the ceiling
 Slaughterhouse in the building, middle fingers aloft
 Say what I think when I rhyme, in ink-pen I talk
 And the language I speak is my mind
 Kingpin and Penguin combined
 Spit like it's King of the Dot
 A singular thought I'd think I would help you
 distinguish your bomboclat from the cream of the crop
 Wait a minute
 Hold up like a flashcard
 Damn dog, is that copyin' or payin' homage?
 It's sad because dad taught you to rap as a damn toddler
 My dad is your grandfather
 I have to rehatch on you
 Come back as black wasp
 Half yellow jacket, you can't swat a
 Sasquatch dancing on top of an ant trample it and stomp it
 Smash it and stand on it
 Dammit, I can't stop it
 The rap is a vag' and I'm goin' in like a tampon in this bitch
 It's a manslaughter
 Stampin' out grasshoppers, you can't be no Rap Gods
 In fact you're exact opposites
 You make a wack song, and can't hold a candle
 But even Daniel-san whacks off
 You jack-offs need to come to grips like a hand job
 The boom bap is coming back with an ax to mumble rap
 Lumberjack with a hacksaw
 Number one,
 but my pencils are number twos 'cause that's all I dos with 'em
 Poop is my suit and I'm
 On the john like a prostitute when I'm droppin' a deuce
 And when I'm producing them lyrical bowel movements
 These beats are like my saloon
 'cause these bars always got my stools in 'em
 And I don't need Metamucil to loosen them
 Bitch, shit is real like I pooped Jerusalem
 I'm 'bout to go spin another cocoon
 And I'm cuttin' you from your mother's womb then I'm flushin' you.
 
 You will not be able to stay home, brotha
 You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out
 You will not be able to lose yourself on
 skag and skip out for beer during commercials
 Because the revolution will not be televised
 This right here for the number ones
 Number ones here with your number one
 You ain't number one, just another one
 Now everybody sayin' that they number one
 Ring the alarm, the caterpillar keeps firing
 Ohh, we in the war, where butterflies keep dyin' (ahh)
 I'm a product of Parker Lewis and Kubiak
 If didn't do this, where in the fuck would you be at?
 See there's a difference between us, what I spit hit arenas
 You a drip from my penis, I eat lions and sip hyenas
 You number one when it come to slaughtered mics
 I'm tryna be number one in my son and daughter life
 Uhh, all you niggas my little rapper babies
 Y'all my children, y'all bit my shit and contracted rabies
 Don't you rate me next to these rapper, baby, that's degrading
 My style got so many different facets
 I switch into so many different passions
 I'm skippin' class to be fascinatin'
 My pen is like Big Ben, this shit's just a classic waiting
 Your favorite rapper come at me, I just decapitate him
 Out here congratulating these has-beens who had their highs
 These rappers only won their matches because they strategize
 I bring attitude to these patterns, and here's my battle cry
 Ring the alarm, the caterpillar is firing
 Ohh, we in the war, where butterflies keep dyin' (ahh)
 This right here for the number ones
 Number ones here with your number one
 You ain't number one, just another one
 Now everybody sayin' that they number one
 Here take your number one, quit
 Number one soul, get your number one chip
 Number one fly with your number one kicks
 When it's all done then your number gon' switch
 Hold up, wait a minute
 Guess what I'ma never do
 Show so much respect to you
 That I feel like we're friends, so now we no longer competitors
 That could be the death of you
 Never let someone who's not as smart as you gas you up
 And tell you somethin' you never knew
 Always stay professional
 You always gon' make revenue
 Don't let people next to you that don't want the best for you
 It's completely normal to hold on to a regret or two
 I do what I want to do, they do what I let them do
 Everything niggas be sayin' is a fuckin' lie
 There is nothing I can say to you that is realer
 Remember when you raisin' the butterfly
 Don't you ever disrespect the fucking caterpillar
 This right here for the number ones
 Number ones here with your number one
 You ain't number one, just another one
 Now everybody sayin' that they number one
 Now you think that you number one, quit
 Number one soul, get your number one chip
 Number one fly with your number one kicks
 When it's all done then your number gon' switch
 You looking at Attila
 The psychopathic killer, the caterpillar
 Don't tell me when I'm supposed to rap until
 Especially when your favorite rapper ain't even half as ill
 A savage still,
 the track's a banana peel, attack at a silver-back gorilla
 You're havin' a little trouble fathomin' this is actually happenin'
 Like Anderson Silva back when he snapped his shin in half and then
 had the shit hangin' by a flap of skin after
 he tried to plant the shit back on the mat again
 Pad to pen I'm barely like harlots when they're blinkin' a lot
 You copy me, but you're not
 You can't be butterflies
 My offsprings are just moths
 I see that thing I'ma squash it and rip the wings of it off
 So ring the alarm,
 pull the extinguisher off of the wall, set the sprinklers off
 Like Jada Pinkett and Queen Latifah
 'Till the shingles come off the roof will shatter the ceiling
 Slaughterhouse in the building, middle fingers aloft
 Say what I think when I rhyme, in ink-pen I talk
 And the language I speak is my mind
 Kingpin and Penguin combined
 Spit like it's King of the Dot
 A singular thought I'd think I would help you
 distinguish your bomboclat from the cream of the crop
 Wait a minute
 Hold up like a flashcard
 Damn dog, is that copyin' or payin' homage?
 It's sad because dad taught you to rap as a damn toddler
 My dad is your grandfather
 I have to rehatch on you
 Come back as black wasp
 Half yellow jacket, you can't swat a
 Sasquatch dancing on top of an ant trample it and stomp it
 Smash it and stand on it
 Dammit, I can't stop it
 The rap is a vag' and I'm goin' in like a tampon in this bitch
 It's a manslaughter
 Stampin' out grasshoppers, you can't be no Rap Gods
 In fact you're exact opposites
 You make a wack song, and can't hold a candle
 But even Daniel-san whacks off
 You jack-offs need to come to grips like a hand job
 The boom bap is coming back with an ax to mumble rap
 Lumberjack with a hacksaw
 Number one,
 but my pencils are number twos 'cause that's all I dos with 'em
 Poop is my suit and I'm
 On the john like a prostitute when I'm droppin' a deuce
 And when I'm producing them lyrical bowel movements
 These beats are like my saloon
 'cause these bars always got my stools in 'em
 And I don't need Metamucil to loosen them
 Bitch, shit is real like I pooped Jerusalem
 I'm 'bout to go spin another cocoon
 And I'm cuttin' you from your mother's womb then I'm flushin' you.
 
 You will not be able to stay home, brotha
 You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out
 You will not be able to lose yourself on
 skag and skip out for beer during commercials
 Because the revolution will not be televised
 This right here for the number ones
 Number ones here with your number one
 You ain't number one, just another one
 Now everybody sayin' that they number one
 Ring the alarm, the caterpillar keeps firing
 Ohh, we in the war, where butterflies keep dyin' (ahh)
 I'm a product of Parker Lewis and Kubiak
 If didn't do this, where in the fuck would you be at?
 See there's a difference between us, what I spit hit arenas
 You a drip from my penis, I eat lions and sip hyenas
 You number one when it come to slaughtered mics
 I'm tryna be number one in my son and daughter life
 Uhh, all you niggas my little rapper babies
 Y'all my children, y'all bit my shit and contracted rabies
 Don't you rate me next to these rapper, baby, that's degrading
 My style got so many different facets
 I switch into so many different passions
 I'm skippin' class to be fascinatin'
 My pen is like Big Ben, this shit's just a classic waiting
 Your favorite rapper come at me, I just decapitate him
 Out here congratulating these has-beens who had their highs
 These rappers only won their matches because they strategize
 I bring attitude to these patterns, and here's my battle cry
 Ring the alarm, the caterpillar is firing
 Ohh, we in the war, where butterflies keep dyin' (ahh)
 This right here for the number ones
 Number ones here with your number one
 You ain't number one, just another one
 Now everybody sayin' that they number one
 Here take your number one, quit
 Number one soul, get your number one chip
 Number one fly with your number one kicks
 When it's all done then your number gon' switch
 Hold up, wait a minute
 Guess what I'ma never do
 Show so much respect to you
 That I feel like we're friends, so now we no longer competitors
 That could be the death of you
 Never let someone who's not as smart as you gas you up
 And tell you somethin' you never knew
 Always stay professional
 You always gon' make revenue
 Don't let people next to you that don't want the best for you
 It's completely normal to hold on to a regret or two
 I do what I want to do, they do what I let them do
 Everything niggas be sayin' is a fuckin' lie
 There is nothing I can say to you that is realer
 Remember when you raisin' the butterfly
 Don't you ever disrespect the fucking caterpillar
 This right here for the number ones
 Number ones here with your number one
 You ain't number one, just another one
 Now everybody sayin' that they number one
 Now you think that you number one, quit
 Number one soul, get your number one chip
 Number one fly with your number one kicks
 When it's all done then your number gon' switch
 You looking at Attila
 The psychopathic killer, the caterpillar
 Don't tell me when I'm supposed to rap until
 Especially when your favorite rapper ain't even half as ill
 A savage still,
 the track's a banana peel, attack at a silver-back gorilla
 You're havin' a little trouble fathomin' this is actually happenin'
 Like Anderson Silva back when he snapped his shin in half and then
 had the shit hangin' by a flap of skin after
 he tried to plant the shit back on the mat again
 Pad to pen I'm barely like harlots when they're blinkin' a lot
 You copy me, but you're not
 You can't be butterflies
 My offsprings are just moths
 I see that thing I'ma squash it and rip the wings of it off
 So ring the alarm,
 pull the extinguisher off of the wall, set the sprinklers off
 Like Jada Pinkett and Queen Latifah
 'Till the shingles come off the roof will shatter the ceiling
 Slaughterhouse in the building, middle fingers aloft
 Say what I think when I rhyme, in ink-pen I talk
 And the language I speak is my mind
 Kingpin and Penguin combined
 Spit like it's King of the Dot
 A singular thought I'd think I would help you
 distinguish your bomboclat from the cream of the crop
 Wait a minute
 Hold up like a flashcard
 Damn dog, is that copyin' or payin' homage?
 It's sad because dad taught you to rap as a damn toddler
 My dad is your grandfather
 I have to rehatch on you
 Come back as black wasp
 Half yellow jacket, you can't swat a
 Sasquatch dancing on top of an ant trample it and stomp it
 Smash it and stand on it
 Dammit, I can't stop it
 The rap is a vag' and I'm goin' in like a tampon in this bitch
 It's a manslaughter
 Stampin' out grasshoppers, you can't be no Rap Gods
 In fact you're exact opposites
 You make a wack song, and can't hold a candle
 But even Daniel-san whacks off
 You jack-offs need to come to grips like a hand job
 The boom bap is coming back with an ax to mumble rap
 Lumberjack with a hacksaw
 Number one,
 but my pencils are number twos 'cause that's all I dos with 'em
 Poop is my suit and I'm
 On the john like a prostitute when I'm droppin' a deuce
 And when I'm producing them lyrical bowel movements
 These beats are like my saloon
 'cause these bars always got my stools in 'em
 And I don't need Metamucil to loosen them
 Bitch, shit is real like I pooped Jerusalem
 I'm 'bout to go spin another cocoon
 And I'm cuttin' you from your mother's womb then I'm flushin' you.