Black Woods (feat. Living Legends & Med)

Uh, yeah

Flow venomous, born lyricist

Code red metaphor chokehold supremacist (Uh)

Cashed out like tenements and black hoods

Sentences crash in your chest like black woods (Uh)

Mash your black hood (Uh)

Ghost of Rap 'cause I rap good

45 leather but the dash wood

Cash good, I spit 16 can’t wait

Come jumpin' out the van like A-Team

MED's like a bottle of Jim Beam

Street model white tee Nikes with creased jeans (Whoo)

Test me better get prepared

Sweet dreams 'cause tomorrow you'll be wakin' up to nightmares (Uh)

Rock is the future, center of attention

You get passed like my Newport

Truther when I bought this chew on, hold me

Lyrically a problem, one who can rock ya army (Yeah, yeah)

I ain't a tough guy, baby, but I'm tough enough to judge you

Deep inside in your soul, place so cold I rushed through

But let it sink in like ink done stay

That brother's gonna be around when other man say so

Son still deliver that ladies they want the package

But maybe now when they ask it somebody else's assets

I like my asses fat not flat

Got rap down, pat now, brothers move past tense

I bring from plastic to massive no itty bitty titty

'Cause MIDIs I run in cities that's really some of 'em shitty

So pretty most of 'em idiots

Gobblin' and swallowin' now holla when they self-esteem, makes 'em come follow

On the auto while I'm hollerin' and spottin' them, that's adamant

Copenhagen, I gotta let it ride to let some back in and size 'em, hah

I got it don't stop, get it, get it

And it probably be a girl if you ain't a hot spitta

I'm wakin' up from the nighttimes, each night will set the tight rhymes

The light is on for action settin' go, full throttle we let it GO

On the bottle VS, numb tomorrow on me

OP, Hennessy, I'm a borrough from the telly

Telegram me but I'm outside your border

Plus the sav's on order on deck

Sound check, mic check, what the fuck's next?

Hit 'em with the sirens that's sick

If I'm lyin' I'm alone to say I quick, you wet

With the shotgun safe to the head

A sawed-off double barrel riddle that tickles your mentals with the punchline giggles

Mind blowin', I'm high scorin' with mind throwin'

Hot spitter chuck it like lit a bug out and keep goin'

When I'm flowin' heads bobbin' like I'm knowin'

Charlie Chaplin mackin' without words spoken, get 'em open

She likes my wood work, I'm a craftsman

Jesus was a carpenter too, yo, why you laughin'?