Da Rant

(Major L.O.W: verse 1)

Ain’t none of y’all rapping like this, I can promise you

Don’t get misled by the people that follow you

Just ‘cause you got a couple songs with a lotta views

Don’t mean you got bars, that’s a lot of boos (booze)//

A force to be wrecked wit’

I don’t give a fuck about your Forbes or your guest list

Nor do I desire any whores that you mess wit’

“They all bad” … yeah, a buncha bad investments//

Bars, mic check 5-0-4

We got Claymore mines with the rhymes that blow

Chicks’ tops off when we rockin’ the show

Let ‘em know how it go, I throw a lob for you, bro//

(Claymore: verse 2)

Going live wit the flow

Bitch, you know the vibes when I slide through the door

You can try and hide but disguises will show

I suggest you chill like outside when it's cold

Think you Hot Sauce, but you mild widdit, yo//

Crossover, shake ‘em up, you flop to the floor

The rap Chris Bosh, when I drive to the hole

****, boom shakalaka, ain't no blocking my goal

High-five Major L.O.W, pass the rock to you, go

(Major L.O.W: verse 3)

And now I’m in Peja Stojaković mode

Got a favourite shot they can’t stop from the post

I’m backboard from the block like a rebound

Just to let you know that you not finna score//

Got a handle on the heat like pots on the stove

You a flash in the pan, not a pop in the smoke

A passionate fan of that rock when I roll

I need cash in advance or I’m not finna show//

A mansion in France, big house with the boat

Wasn’t factored in the plans, but it is now, though

My guns don’t jam, they Kalashnikov

Guess I’m rushin’ (Russian), forgive my talk//

Might slow down, take big nice walk on beat

And speak as if I cough

Metaphor for sickness, dope raps and writtens

By me and Claymore, now get back to spittin’

(Claymore: verse 4)

The Truth is that I be the Mac wit Mittens

Off-balance rappers, getting smacked for trippin’

Blowing right past you in the last position

Don’t get a hall pass, you didn’t have permission//

Neil deGrasse Tyson, this is astrophysics

No laws are average, **** avaricious

You can get capped, though, if your hat’s suspicious

Don’t gotta make you laugh to leave your ass in stitches//

Bitches acting bad and still will ask for chicken

Smile in my face but really mask intentions

5 with that hand, you missing half a digit

You have no talent and you ain’t that committed//

Now it’s back to tradition

랩, 잘 못하니까, 머리 아포

말 다, 헛소리야, 빨리 닥쳐

야, 이런, 멍청한 놈, 여기 와서

그만 둬, 썼던 가사, 버려봐줘//

바보같은 개새끼 씨발놈

가로 세로 베어버리고 십자로써

멘봉, 뇌는 발사하는 미사일처럼

충격, 빛나는 말, 너 위하여, 뭐//

(Major L.O.W: verse 5)

The champ’s in the place, time to cancel your dates

I’m throwing raps in your face till you can’t look away

I beat you wit’ da beat, you’ll get smacked wit’ da bass

I got chops with the axe, I’m just hacking away//

In a passionate state, with the craft, feeling great

Like the magic I make, with the talent, it’s safe

I barely got time, so I balance my day

Practicing rhymes for a challenge I take

Action and time, try to ration some play

And factor in making ‘em dance to the bass//

Let’s ride, time to mash in the Wraith

You got a chill vibe, just imagine the space

I’m in a house full of cash, ‘cause I’m stacking it, bae

And I could pay the fine if we crash anyway//