Diablo

Yeah, yeah, yeah Rap diablo Yeah, yeah It's the rap diablo, macho when I drop flows Bar gets raised up, it's me and Petey Pablo Colder than gazpacho, colder than the mono Rappin' head honcho, rockin' shows like I was Bono I go play a couple keys on the piano The industry a lie, all the promises were hollow Follow me, I could show you where we be's at How'd I get my G-pass? None of your fuckin' beeswax These raps bring a joint together like a kneecap Fuck the little 8 balls, show me where the ki's at The time continuum, Mortal Kombat finish 'em Tryna find a balance, reachin' from my equilibrium Fools I pity 'em, I'm not a human, I'm amphibian Fake superhero like the Mystery Men I ain't savin' nothin' I'm gettin' faded 'til the angels comin' Skippin' all the famous functions How do the famous function? The A-list can't be trusted I strong-arm 'em like I play the trumpet The bottom barrel of society I tell my bitch if she don't love me Then just lie to me, I'm finer than the winery Take it from the rich, this is piracy (piracy) Finally, I don't even need my fuckin' eyes to see Come and die with me 'Cause everybody got dead homies (on the dead homies) Said, everybody got dead homies (on the dead homies) Yeah, said everybody got dead homies (on the dead homies) Said, everybody got dead homies (on the dead homies) Yeah, um, okay My mind is Yoda, I'm on Ayatollah These other rappers, just a diet soda I find Jehovah in the darkest places, empty as apartment basements This a marathon gentlemen, go ahead and start the races Save the coffin spaces You'll come up missin' Tell your bitch that you been trippin', now you on vacation Rappin' like it's automated, lights I keep 'em on like Vegas Lava makin', so hot I'm turnin' hog to bacon Only God can save him, I heard the monsters made him I ain't a star, I'm way farther with the constellations Contemplatin' suicide like it's a D.V.D. Lost inside my mind, it's a prison, homie, leave me be You can see me bleed, I be with the freaks and geeks Bitch, I never miss a beat, I'm Charlie Conway, triple deke Gordon Bombay in these streets, ballin' like I'm Pistol Pete Been a beast, every word I spit rewritin' history Look at what you did to me, look at what you did to me Run into the underworld with guns and set the sinners free No bitches in my circle, I'm the show, you the commercial I been poppin' like a kernel, readin' Justin Bieber's journal Treat you like a urinal 'Cause everybody got dead homies (on the dead homies) Said, everybody got dead homies (on the dead homies) Yeah, said everybody got dead homies (on the dead homies) Said, everybody got dead homies (on the dead homies)