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Polar Bear King Lyrics
[Verse 1: SPQR]
They said my flow is icy like a polar bear period
You think you got steez well I really ain't hearing it
Yeah I heard your mix tape, you ain't shit, period
I got a crew of Jews repping my album and they cheer for it
Clearly it's unfair to place yourself up in my weight class
I've been grinding since way back in my 8th grade class
All these trends I see around me they all gonna fade fast
So I just mow the lawn, I mean I blaze grass
Way crass but stay masterful like a sensei
That's why my lines all ricochet like an AK
I'm way above your pay grade, like champagne next to Kool Aid
I bought my girl Dulce and Gabana, Riff Raff got laid
Now that's designer, I'm always dressed in finer threads
I'm kinda bored of these pills I need higher meds
I know you listening Obama I don't lie to feds
Just so y'all know I'm straight I won't even knock your cred
And now I got the damn NSA up out my ass crack
I'm about to knock this bitch apart for talking smack back
But not like back when I abused a water mammal that's whack
I would rather speak in tongues and riddles till you backtrack
Let me fill you inerudites in with a math fact
If 10i was my expression I would be past that
I started a movement now these happy campers backpack
Lighting up that earwax, I call that a hash tag
Never been the kinda guy to get up on a pulpit
But just because we trying to afford some healthcare you can't forfeit
Like red bull giving me diarrhea, I call that bullshit
Wearing Gucci slippers to the function that's a social loafer
Life has ups and downs so I ride it like a roller coaster
I'm the holy ghost or, another broken hope for
Social equality, race, creed or sex i flex it's all over
They said my flow is icy like a polar bear period
You think you got steez well I really ain't hearing it
Yeah I heard your mix tape, you ain't shit, period
I got a crew of Jews repping my album and they cheer for it
Clearly it's unfair to place yourself up in my weight class
I've been grinding since way back in my 8th grade class
All these trends I see around me they all gonna fade fast
So I just mow the lawn, I mean I blaze grass
Way crass but stay masterful like a sensei
That's why my lines all ricochet like an AK
I'm way above your pay grade, like champagne next to Kool Aid
I bought my girl Dulce and Gabana, Riff Raff got laid
Now that's designer, I'm always dressed in finer threads
I'm kinda bored of these pills I need higher meds
I know you listening Obama I don't lie to feds
Just so y'all know I'm straight I won't even knock your cred
And now I got the damn NSA up out my ass crack
I'm about to knock this bitch apart for talking smack back
But not like back when I abused a water mammal that's whack
I would rather speak in tongues and riddles till you backtrack
Let me fill you inerudites in with a math fact
If 10i was my expression I would be past that
I started a movement now these happy campers backpack
Lighting up that earwax, I call that a hash tag
Never been the kinda guy to get up on a pulpit
But just because we trying to afford some healthcare you can't forfeit
Like red bull giving me diarrhea, I call that bullshit
Wearing Gucci slippers to the function that's a social loafer
Life has ups and downs so I ride it like a roller coaster
I'm the holy ghost or, another broken hope for
Social equality, race, creed or sex i flex it's all over
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