Set It Off

Between two lips i'll be where the tulip is

Too legit i might need to tutor this

Even though i'm new to this

Counter this intuitive

Got the crudest vest, pool infest

Full of rap lucratives, i might need a sushi zest

Hey silly man, im more than a mili grand

Getting sticky hand on a mini van

With pretty fan getting chilly stan

Pray for you like billy graham

Pulling puts out of a crummy man

I can do what money can

Synonyms on a sinner man

This aint race what you torque in a bout

Aint gang you ride out

Bang bang when the cops out

Wu tang at the backdrop

Clique clack when the pops out

Cie la vie let it be

Who dem badmon, bet i be

You aint godman, avie marie

You aint got guns for shooting spree

Praaaaa

Look Rap Game M.I.A bout' to Set It Off!

Judy Judy Ba Boody

No Mana Mana Bo Bana

Fe fi fa foe foodie

No Mana Mana got goodie

Judy Judy Ba Boody

No Mana Mana Bo Bana

Bleh! (Look) Now Set It Off!

Bleh! (Look) Now Set It Off!

Bleh! (Look) Now Set It

Hol' On

Hol' On

Ya'll be spewing peppermint to stay relevant

Ya'll aint melanin its Evident

The Cognitive Dissonance

It's plain your ignorant

I fly among the Pelican

Like a Color Palette Can

Paint the image that i pen

I be swervin on mine

I wash my utensils

My pen and my pencil

Ya'll write on stencils

My influenzas on my medic expenses

Who'd expect a kid from Shillong

Making these baller songs

Im balling like Iverson

You on the Court Side along these benches

Im picking up picket fences

Like CB canceling Cancers

I write these stanzas like answers

While im mastering masters

Like the road to Damascus

Might even pastor this

All I take my steady pace

Now call it a vivid consensus

Rap Game MIA bout' to Set It Off

Set It Off!

Murder on the floor someone tell me what's the safe word

What's the safe word

You know that I've been that bitch, stone cold like medusa

W U S S puss, you ain't Doja

Mumble you bitch don't speak when I'm closer

Set the bomb off, ambush like a soulja uh

I mean i told cha

No note, you could never be major

The bigger me I rather be, the best of them

Don't rattle me, my bar up like my battery lit

Tell me who these ops?

Put my track on top

I'm the bar chart that the graph can't plot

Levels to infinite, you can't measure my spot

Lil bitch what you wanna be k dot, uh huh?

You ain't never been that shit, stop

It's hip-hop bitch i don't do tiktok

Big boss you can call me Rick Ross

Trigger on the gun you done

Imma set it off, blow it off, top speed

Flames to the ether

Blows to the brain, the remains no features

Hands on the cleaver

Smoke me a reefer

Industry plant, but they call me the reaper

It's odd that you thought that I'm even to these thots

Now I'm leaving the speaking with this bob

Or a headshot like Sidney Prescot

Yeah, you ain't never been that top breed

On bars now they wanna cop these

When I'm sober the lows won't stop me

If you wanna get high, then pop these

Knife is a keeper

Blood on my sneakers

Now what's the procedure

He wants to know my body count

But he don't he on it while jot these

Say whaaaatt

Judy Judy Ba Boody

No Mana Mana Bo Bana

Fe fi fa foe foodie

No Mana Mana got goodie

Judy Judy Ba Boody

No Mana Mana Bo Bana

Bleh! (Look) Now Set It Off!