Matter of Fact

Written by Enrae L. Mercer aka Super King Armor

Verse1
Matter of fact, I’m a Queens kid
And when I say Queens I don’t mean Queensbridge
Between Franny Lew and Merrick is where I live
On the Queens tip I’m below Linden and Murdock
Near the gravel pit where even the birds flock
When I wore the red black green S.dots
Thanks too Kaotic Rawkus for the museum stop
I prefer Rammellezee over Basquiat
Both them bros grow in they light and they bask a lot
Near 7th avenue and the marriott
The arcades over there I use to hang a lot
Or Green Acres mall where punches were swung a lot
Nassau police had niggas running through the parking lot
Before Sunrise was tore down that was the dollar van stop
Nostalgia usually not my go to
But industry niggas love to doubt nigga I told you


Bridge
When a rapper crutches in a cypher
And can’t communicate with all of his or her words
That’s when they rely on this hallmark
Filler pattern empty space heads emerge
The legendary curse of not pacing yourself
Leaves your mind a blank and perpetual blur
More often than not to even the best in this world
This slip up has repeatedly occurred
Hence the word crutching is what this term
Falls under and so graciously deserves
It’s like being at dinner and all
the waiters only bringing out trays of the o'devours
Or a rapper is really about to say some Dylan hot fire type of ish
When he goes matter of fact and the crowd goes!
Oooooh he about to spit some shit!!



Chorus

If it sounds like snitching then it's a matter of rats
This right here is a matter of sax
If its a poetry slam then it's a matter of snaps
If it’s disrespect then it’s a matter of slaps
If it’s a std it’s a matter of clap
If it get real ugly it’s a matter gats
If we talking bodegas it’s a matter of cats
Since I said matter of fact then it’s a matter of rap
If it sounds like snitching then it's a matter of rats
This right here is a matter of sax
If its a poetry slam then it's a matter of snaps
If it’s disrespect then it’s a matter of slaps
If it’s a std it’s a matter of clap
If it get real ugly it’s a matter gats
If we talking bodegas it’s a matter of cats
Since I said matter of fact then it’s a matter of rap

Verse 2

Drive maseratis for the feel of it
Since the tribeca car dealllllership
Before netflix and chill killa
There was head in the movie theater
Mr. Incredible, high off the edible
Drinking Georgi, smoking up the vegetables
Been nice since that H to the izzo
Had a ting for big women way before Lizzo
I’m somewhat paranoid might even be schitzo
Been weird since the WU did can it be so simple
Masteeerrr of my own success
Go heavy on my deadlift and my bench press
As I spit it, while I spin it
Put on a clinic of calisthenics
Transformative time in Cal I spent it
Care and forgiveness I have no limits


Bridge
When a rapper crutches in a cypher
And can’t communicate with all of his or her words
That’s when they rely on this hallmark
Filler pattern empty space heads emerge
The legendary curse of not pacing yourself
Leaves your mind a blank and perpetual blur
More often than not to even the best in this world
This slip up has repeatedly occurred
Hence the word crutching is what this term
Falls under and so graciously deserves
It’s like being at dinner and all
the waiters only bringing out trays of the o'devours
Or a rapper is really about to say some Dylan hot fire type of ish
When he goes matter of fact and the crowd goes!
Oooooh he about to spit some shit!!


Chorus
If it sounds like snitching then it's a matter of rats
This right here is a matter of sax
If its a poetry slam then it's a matter of snaps
If it’s disrespect then it’s a matter of slaps
If it’s a std it’s a matter of clap
If it get real ugly it’s a matter gats
If we talking bodegas it’s a matter of cats
Since I said matter of fact then it’s a matter of rap
If it sounds like snitching then it's a matter of rats
This right here is a matter of sax
If its a poetry slam then it's a matter of snaps
If it’s disrespect then it’s a matter of slaps
If it’s a std it’s a matter of clap
If it get real ugly it’s a matter gats
If we talking bodegas it’s a matter of cats
Since I said matter of fact then it’s a matter of rap

Verse 3

Fan of Big L although he wasn’t a fan of the Knicks
Since they fired Mike Woodson they haven’t been shit
I still hope Carmelo ends up with a chip
Before Toonami and adult swimming
I watched anime with no adult supervision
My mama covered my eyes when we watched Purple Rain
After Prince died I watched it unchained
I saw Applonia’s tata’s and never been the same!

Bridge
When a rapper crutches in a cypher
And can’t communicate with all of his or her words
That’s when they rely on this hallmark
Filler pattern empty space heads emerge
The legendary curse of not pacing yourself
Leaves your mind a blank and perpetual blur
More often than not to even the best in this world
This slip up has repeatedly occurred
Hence the word crutching is what this term
Falls under and so graciously deserves
It’s like being at dinner and all
the waiters only bringing out trays of the o'devours
Or a rapper is really about to say some Dylan hot fire type of ish
When he goes matter of fact and the crowd goes!
Oooooh he about to spit some shit!!