I'm taking rap over this strap in my holster I bang at your skully believe me like Mulder

My style is the Solar My hustle is polar Yes I'm conceded don't know him don't know her My ear to the streets Shout out to the Cobra Heart of a lion opposers are roaches I ride On My enemies call up the vultures

My verses in stone body a sculpture I come for your throne body your culture My name Is well known for the molly and coca Even the multa habla no ingles callate la boca or Meet the pistola I can't be played I have no controller I am not fake I have no persona

I'm making waves they not on the sonar I make'em raise out of a coma My name is Ic onic my game is Bionic

Iam a Alien I hang with phsycotics I am a plug boy don't play with my sockets Cause all Of our weapons is laser and rockets My vibe is the the bomb wave is atomic

My weed is exotic my lady is tropic The world in my palm, game in my pocket My heart On this track and this beat in a coffin Bionic