Page Kennedy – Made You Look (Lyrics & Video)

Made You Look – Page Kennedy Lyrics

They shoot me, should be my theme song

The beam long, the team strong, your dreams gone

But that's what you get wastin' em

Hop in your nightmares with the mask on and Jason 'em

Machete time, I won't shoot you

Take the mask off, played to death: I am Future

But don't pass your presence

Unless you past the presence of pastors blessings

I send you back to Jamaica

Fuck that, I send you back to yo' maker

Fuck that bitch, and smear blood all over the wall

And I ain't talkin' about a map maker

She'll look like the Joker after I poke her

She'll look like Heath Ledger after I bed her

I turn that bitch to a sewer rat

April O'Neill will be a shell of herself after I shred her! (Turtles!)

I'm a street fighter

Tell your boyfriend "come and get on my level", I'll be right up

Twitter fingers and gangsta writers

Not a biter, you fly on the web and I'm a spider

Yeah, and you already know how this story ends

This story ends will tell you how the story ends

You fuckin' with the king of the punchline

I'm fuckin' with your food in a lunchline

I jizz all over your sandwich, and whiz all over the cameras

So you can see how I come pissed off

I ain't know a hard nigga could be this soft

I ain't known gettin' shot was a badge of honor

Thought the point was to make other rappers goners

Listen, y'all got it twisted, dreadheads

Spittin' hot shit out your mouth like redheads

While y'all talkin' to goons, poppin' all that tough shit to come get you

A different story when them hollow points hit you

Soon as you said it, you regret it

I keep my chest like gas stations unleaded, fuck you

Shit's Breaking Bad in the hood, man

It's all good man, just call Saul Goodman

For your knees, and shit like toiletries

Lawyer fees, be bigger than sequoia trees, hah

And you don't wanna be a jailbird

Especially when you a pussy like The L Word, word

You wasn't comin' out the house yet

You don't even know the plug from the outlet

A real nigga but he still got popped though

Cause he a snitch like everyy nigga in a cop show

This the I test, I guess, I am Proof

I wish a nigga would man, I am Groot

I'm on the right page because I laid the book

I know about the streets because I played the crook

And you ain't been the same since I slayed you, shook

They shootin', sike, I made you look

Yo, I spilled my guts last album and y'all thought it was suicide

The snakes in the grass and the rats in the sewer died

But who they apprehending?

I'm on the tenth floor in a ten-story building, gettin' a happy ending

To those crowds pretending I cannot be seen

Each line I jot between got bodies that rot, call the SWAT regime

You lame brain, I'm going deaf towards you ABC niggas

You think on different levels on the same plane

So who's frontin', hit the snooze button, they confused

I sound ill on the mic like breaking news

Cuttin' to reporters getting camera time on the air

They on a different spectrum, I check them, direct from the owners chair

You're an erect bum that haven't grown a pair

Dickhead on some shit, that's a rectum, with the boner there

You wasn't family if we feud

Don't get it mixed up, just so we clear without being EQ

I think of crabs in the barrel, all I do is see food

Then I get back to droppin' gems like how we doin' Bejeweled, nigga

Watch, I escaped the botchery, it's sticky situations like Hibachi in Huaraches

Throw out my , episodes I saw good times

Then I turned into Happy Days for all the chachis who tried to block

So it's top notch, get the crotch please, it's diamond in a sea of glass

Got a degree of grass like

I'll take a bullet for my man

I've reached my peak without me looking through my hands

You couldn't be the man, if they put you on the stand

You'd snitch in 16 minutes with the footage from the cam

I dreamt my wife had a black boy

My girl made a small wonder and I filmed it on an Android

Remember when I couldn't bag a hoe with a fly rump

And when I did, I dry-humped the cameltoe

I'm Earl Manigault to periscope the antidote

Y'all ain't remotely close tryna channel the hope

I'm paddle boat, how did I make enemies?

I know the answer before the question, I play Jeopardy!

The phrase heavenly, make melodies change energy

Rap president: I wrote this on a page, Kennedy!

Paid 70 for the Tesla, what a gesture

They wrote my name over the top, nothing extra

Daylyt thought I was fronting, I wasn't under pressure

Took me some verses to get it like the Book of Esther

Too Biblical for the lyrical

My reflection talk back to me, my mirror cool

That's a miracle like the wicked queen with a tricky scheme

I got the apple in my palm without a vivid stream

Steve Jobs with the mean bars, your freak moms

Came and blew hair like she seen larger screens

Yo, I'm redirecting you retinas to read the message suggested

Through electromagnetic compulsive verbal aesthetic

A paranormal energy field selected this method

That I ghost busters, I don't mean paranormal detectives

Just die, I digress, I digest information

That make scrambled data appear in formation

You in for a spanking, I enfocre thinking

You in fourth place if we enforce ranking

My word so bond, if I proceed to go home

And read the Bible backward it make Jesus throw stones

Find new direction

Heal your eyesight then blind you with blessings

I'm nice, uh, like slightly generous villain is

Venomous Christmas, beginners get wind of this winning penmanship

Wit, with conviction non-conventional

Omnipresent awesome all-seeing rituals and Lord

I should do a mantra, I'm a monster

Madman on ya roster wan' I'm a rasta

Word to Yah, word to Ra, word to the horizon

Haile Selassie ya, ha

It's kinda like ever rhyme I write dope, Chyna white

I'm grinding white, Madonna white, hit me (if) you tryna find the white

These key sells get me shells like Obama wife

So I hold the llama tight, send you to Satan or Christ

On my baby mama life, pussies fuck with the bread

I bust on you dickheads like when the condom tight

My bro has just drove up with a whole truck

So I'm 'bout to roll up like taking off the condom right

My bars raw like a condom strike

So when I rhyming bars it's like popping with the Magnum off

Time out, you need to find out how much your casket cost

And make payments till I make arrangements to clap it off

So cats have starved, they ain't rob folks

Some cats rob folk and they still starve 'cause the niggas that they rob broke

If everybody at your job broke

I hope you find a new profession or you gon' go through depression

I got a new connection, my coke is a new complexion

Known the yayo I'm selling 'em, no melanin

Yo I get a pie and sell it them and get 'em robbed

Come back with the same pack and make the sale again

You grew up with it but ain't never beat Wayne

Never me, but that joint'll let me bone like a skeleton

If you jealous then I get the stick and clap you, kid

Even on a laxative you ain't with the shits, bitch

They shooting, ha I made you look

You a level above, afraid you shook

Yeah, 'cause ain't no such things as half way crooks

A moment of silence for Prodigy

This the blood that shooters share on a feature song

As soon as the beeper's on producers fled

Music blare, you in the ether zone

Reach for chrome, to each his own

A Ruger lead, a super headed and eat your dome

you dead or beat your home, be shalom, peace

A lot of my people know

A lot of people couldn't leave the streets alone

So somebody shot 'em, a lot of my people gone

Either that or they in the pen with new sneakers on

Talking eastside shit on the speakerphone

I send work out to Georgia, it's all peachy though

Coke's so white, you think it was bleached by Ichigo

Getting money quiet, til the feds took the fiber out my diet

Shit was all good just a week ago

You leave me no choice but to be my own CEO

Sinking low in the seats of a GTO like a pimp

In a stinking Lincoln rocking the pinkest mink

Keeping his eye on that sneaky hoe

Counting easy dough tryna keep it low

If you ain't from the 90's you won't understand this shit

.357, that's the way my hammer click

3.5.7 was part of Hammer's clique

'Pac's saliva landed on a camera, that's the way my Cannon spit

You better abandon ship, the predator anarchist

The better the rapper is the better the beheading

Make competitors sound regular after this

They said I'm immaculate, the weapon is accurate

You step in Los Angeles, expecting an ambulance

Snatching rappers, we on the forefront

We was putting travel bans on niggas before Trump

Slipping out the exit, dipping out in they Lexus

Flipping out 'cause the pistol's mouth

Is sticking out like a sore thumb

Crooked I, too many loose screws, cuzzo

KXNG CROOKED, I win and you lose, cuzzo

I'm so West Coast I'm still thinking about taking a shot

At Jay for that line in "22 Two's," cuzzo

He was right, too much West Coast dick-licking

I'm getting my dick licked by thick bitch when it's slim pickings

All my bitches get to the chicken, they paper long

I got Raven Simone and Oprah's notifications on

Bust a nut in her pupil, that's how I school her

Her man mad the Ruger press his medula

Rappers try to match how clever I get so whatever I spit

Is their measuring stick, yes, I'm the ruler, Crooked