Mask Up (feat. G-Mo Skee)

Down from The Bay up to The Windy City

It's like The Zodiac attackin' but who claps last? Frank Nitti

We been definin' what ravenous is

And even though I bust quick, I'm still the shit when hittin' stank kitty

I been maneuverin', gettin' through to the root of 'em

Who done knew I'd get through to 'em? Who's the brutalest hoodlum? (Okay)

Yeah! G-Mo and Nova, we takin' this over

Like '80s clockers who was cookin' up coke with the soda

Bury a snitch into various ditches

Vicious, very nefarious, areas plagued with Ebola

Rest in peace DOOM, the next will be soon

Defeat you through your speaker, the rest can't even reach through

I stay humble but I'm doper than a bundle sack

Front to back, tracks classic like some Thundercats

Been called a skinny fag, I've never been a lumberjack

But one punch convert a backpacker into mumble rap

Filth and dirt, dirt and filth, get your mask up (mask up)

You don't want no blood spilt so back up (back up)

Covered our faces before the days of the virus

Don't try to fight us 'cause there's a rage up inside us

Filth and dirt, dirt and filth, get your mask up (mask up)

You don't want no blood spilt so back up (back up)

Covered our faces before the days of the virus

Don't try to fight us 'cause there's a rage up inside us

G-Mo!

I'm an urban myth, I only exist through the words I spit

My words are crackin' a pipe, you might burn your lips

If you convinced I deserve a diss, then circumvent

Now you duckin' fists in the booth, I'm Ike Turner, bitch

Tyin' 'em up, put 'em in holes like Shia LaBeouf

Your diamonds are tucked, I'm in the club, iron gets stuffed

Turn shine and just bust, my Nine ignitin' abrupt

Drunk bitches dyin', bullets flyin' through Heineken cups

You rap **** make me sick, I'm in disgust

Call Inf Gang orange 'cause ain't shit rhymin' with us

I grab the pad like it's that time of the month

Tampon in my damn palm, I'ma write it with blood

And I don't care about your origin or skin tone

Fuck you and the horse you rode in on, I've been known

To rip **** new shitholes the size of fishbowls

Because their shit blows like Coca-Cola and Mentos (Bitch!)

Filth and dirt, dirt and filth, get your mask up (mask up)

You don't want no blood spilt so back up (back up)

Covered our faces before the days of the virus

Don't try to fight us 'cause there's a rage up inside us

Filth and dirt, dirt and filth, get your mask up (mask up)

You don't want no blood spilt so back up (back up)

Covered our faces before the days of the virus

Don't try to fight us 'cause there's a rage up inside us