23 Year Old Rapper Ian Taylor beats Eminem's personal "Godzilla" record Prod. Blitz Directed by: Alex Fahl Eminem - Godzilla: 330 syllables in 31 seconds Ian Taylor - Record Breaker: 337 syllables in 31 seconds Lyrics: Yuh…. Now I know I ain’t shit. But I can do this. Check it. I’m ready. Call me Spongebob walking. No arms heavy. No mom’s spaghetti. Just me being ready for the art spreading. Got an army ready to rock on lead beats. Stompin on dead beats like my deadbeat dad, But he’s gone steady all the time and I find that I’m, Getting madder every time that the thought gets me. Look, now he’s going steady with a new girl. My step Mom. I be vomiting, From Dusk until Dawn gets me. How horrible my father be a monstrosity. I’m talkin he, took pics of him fuckin some odd bitty. Had it on his camera and I saw it when he saw me he kept on yelling. Screaming in my ear I was 9 maybe, 10 when he left for the last time and I was not ready. He never socked me but mom would bleed. Now like this beat Imma knock heavy. See that was me couldn’t think of a line, That didn’t have him I was seeking to find, Something new and I found it when I pounded these sweet lettered rhymes, Look, I think it's neat how I grind, To be better than the man who gave me human life. One day I’ma call em up and say we gon’ meet you and I. I’ma bring twenty knives. Push a couple in real deep through his eyes. Stab his back, neck, chest, feet, spleen, and his thighs. Cut him up into pieces. Feed the fishes with the pieces of meat that I fried. But this song ain’t about my father, Why bother ever talkin about it? My doppler don't have him. He don’t bother me so I must walk around it. This topic. Pause it. Flip flop it spit that hip hop shit. Those sick knots in my ripped phonics. Start a big brawl in the venue cuz I shit on it. And I pissed off the other bitch artists who ain’t as good as this kid on spits. Come and lick my dick. I am fit for this. Don’t you know that I’ma different, Species like I did come in a really really big spaceship. Come tell me how my dick tasted. Guess ignorance woulda been bliss for this. Benjamins. I’m making them. But no not a lot, not yet. I’m not the top one percent. They say Ian T’s a prospect. I just want to say I object. I ain’t shit I got no toilet. So music’s been my outlet. Now it’s gained me quite the respect. I’m not ridin up on no jets. My Subaru, it needs fixed. My mom’s basement’s where I am set. So why haters so damn upset, That I’m finally on my flex. I been binding all my lyrics with that fire that’s in my chest. Breath it out on every set. See, Everytime I get up on the beat you know I gotta kill it. Gotta fill it on up with a bit of lyric demolition. Never said I’m better than the veterans on television, But I’m getting closer every time I visit my addictions. I’m a little different with the way I flow and I’ll admit it, I’m a little psycho. I go off on this and that and I get mad, They say it’s bad or that it’s whack but that ain’t fact because I’m rad. You disagree? You better back track fast ‘for I bash that ass, Yea, that’s that shit from a flash back past. You’ll never catch me spittin half ass rap. Eh, you’ll never catch me I’m a fast ass rapper. That Ian T’s a Problem. Ain’t nothing gonna stop him. Some say he’s quite obnoxious, I tell em… Hold up. You don’t want to be enemies. You don’t want to try ending me. I’m a little ahead of thee with no thanks to my pedigree. I’m a pedal to the metal ‘till I’m way out ahead of these, Other rappers getting shitty that my rapping is everything. So I hope you are ready g because if you are tempting me, Imma be the epitome of your worst kinda enemy. Imma let out my energy after U like the letter V. Many people are dead to me. Many want to be next to me. I can’t even comprehend how all this shit has already seen, The light of day and upsetting me when I’m only twenty three. I need heaven or it’s hell but it already is hell to be, Who I am so I just write it hoping somebody’s getting me. My mind is deafening and I wish it would let me be. The only time it does is when I go and write it in melodies. So when I start trembling or go and cry about everything, Gotta talk it in a phonic or there never is rest for me. Got it in the bag. I'm not gon’ stop for like anything. Got them talking bout my phonics drop it steadily. Heavily getting at my foes before they step to me. Are you getting me? Just broke a mother fucking record better remember me, hoe. I’m dope. Imma say it again for you hoe. I’m dope. Imma say it again for you hoes. I’m dope. Imma say it again for you hoes. I’m dope. Imma say it again for you hoes. I’m dope. Hahahaha… Ahhh… Alright.

• published: 21 Jan 2021
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