Tryna get hype but first I gotta get light.

Gotta make my mental clear fore I hit that mic.

Tryna get Atlanta jeans like I’m tryna get tight.

Tryna make a fan of me, cause catastrophe.

Make sum from none, styles phat like manatees.

Give a fuck they don’t like they wannabes

Like the drum pattern i bust quick don’t make me fuck wit you.

Or your wack ass crew boy whatchu gonna do when we come for you.

Ima lay out shots like happy hour, hit them wit old school tones they can’t devour.

Indigestion, this section’ll cut ya throat like sharp chips.

I’m blessing, I play my role, I leave em burnt like Tex toast.

Cause texts I tote, microphone got holes like TECS, or ya chest.

Razor sharp words cut the cord like guillotine swords.

Word to Raekwon hope you heard this before.

Work on the table glisten white like cocaine.

Diamonds hit hard they pack punch no Lipton.

Boombap beat barebone my sound stylistic.

Cooking in the dungeon this shit is sounding all mystic.

I go pitch, they go swing they miss it.

I’m inspired by the Wu, got 36 gats and they all got one chambered.

When you hit this zone it’s well known this danger.

Abyssal, shooting from the bottom like a missle.

Bring it back to lose leaf but I don’t got no utensils.

I’m inspired by the tribe on a quest, look alive.

On the bloc boy I get cheddar I get bah!.

Hol up let me cooked up and rolled up.

Hit it once again, it’s sweet like fruit roll ups.

Ima never meet my end they just wanna play pretend.

Ima drop these 4 bar stanzas I say amen.

Praying on this shit, like they prey on my downfall.

But I’m falling up and we still up in the chow hall.

Yea that’s every day eat beats no knife, or fork.

Pull it from the ground, resurrect it like before.

Comin small town, but im shooting for the Forbes.

If you in my way rip apart ya protons, electrons.

Rip the fabric of time and space apart like time travel.

The Mathematics for rap attics like oven mitts to plastic this shit hard to unravel.

I’m the judge with a gavel, ima smack you wit it.

Ima snake ima bite you teeth got venom in it.

Man I really want a thick red bone it’s been a minute.

Since I really got some play, no games got all up in it.

Tell her give it to me yea give it to me raw, flip that shit around you know I’ll wage war.

I don’t no show no mercy to contenders that’s involved.

This right here got no, regular structure, listen up buster not afraid to combust a.

Lack lustard MC, broadcast this all around spread my seed.

It’s just me and my team, that’s the three that I see in the mirror.

Maybe I’m just drunk, maybe I blow too much smoke gotta stop the puff and maybe see clearah.

North Face jacket on middle of the winter.

Army green coat I float I ride wit tanks, pull up with the Macintosh I am no beginner.

I’m a raw killa’, psychotic like Norman Bates.

Hit you in the face, load shots like rum and bass.

All up up in her mouth like toothpaste, that colegate.

Revitalized EP soon don’t got no date.

Since I laid the pen to pad been made my fate

Blood turned to ink, the second coming of Jesus!.

Hoes on they knees, they freaks they wanna please us.

 

That 24 k gold piece block out the demons, demons.

What I whip from hell, my tires spin so well that even Dante himself would say this shit hot.

Hit the mainstream then fishtail out the lot.

This been the mindset comin at you live from speaker city.

It’s 20-24!.

(Wooooo!)