Somerton Man (feat. Emcee Graffiti)

A lotta cats talk about how they stab

But never sliced they hand when they put a knife up in a man

You never did a damn thing off of Instagram

I used to hit the dry cleaners for an instant grand

I keep my circle tighter than the barrel of a twenty-two

Best keep it movin if we doesn't fuck with you

We known to thump and bruise bustas, buck a boogaloo

You lucky you alive, keep that in mind when we in front of you

I ain't humble, disrespect is like a hunnit proof

Suddenly I'm hulkin out and gunnin for another tooth

Gut punch to bloody puke, the puddle that's in front of you

Reflects the poor decisions that you've made, but what you gonna do

Die slow Donnie I don't know karate

But I know it's kinda easy to ignite a body

Pork rinds for everybody, neighborhood is eatin good

Summertime, Summerton man, Tamam Shud

Summa ya'll that know me, don't know me

Grown man, young me was the old me

Bring a ballpeen hammer to ya whole knee

Better get ya homies n' listen very closely

Summa ya'll that know me, don't know me

Grown man, young me was the old me

Bring a ballpeen hammer to ya whole knee

Better get ya homies n' listen very closely

The funky flow give you Artie Lang nose

You hang around with plain clothes, snitchin n you take notes

Kid you isn't made for the system that's in place

You gon get a hundred fifty stitches out lining ya face

Yellin death rules everything around me

That was just a dream, I'm the reason you ain't never gettin found

Now, bring it back, collectin any debts with a finger snap

Double check like chk-chk, metal settles any bets

Definite ambivalence, you questioning the sentiments

My preference for menacing the masses isn't over yet

You shouldn't hold ya breath

Everything I see is fallout, devastating blast inside my radius

Nothing short of Svalbard could hope to buy you time

I told you I'm Leviathan, the kaiju of rhyme

Soon you'll know what happens to the soul when you die

And I will be the final image burned in your mind

Summa ya'll that know me, don't know me

Grown man, young me was the old me

Bring a ballpeen hammer to ya whole knee

Better get ya homies n listen very closely

Summa ya'll that know me, don't know me

Grown man, young me was the old me

Bring a ballpeen hammer to ya whole knee

Better get ya homies n listen very closely