Lyrics:
done watched niggas switch up during crunch time when the shit rough
Now they call for the clique-up
I hit "Ignore" I don't pick up
Respected by
Hey, Macklemore! Can we go thrift shopping?
What, what, what, what [x7]
Bada, badada, badada, bada... [x9]
I'm gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty
and it got about a 7-inch dick on it
Lil nigga, I'm G23, Gen 5, and it got about a switch on it
That stupid-ass nigga got caught by a TM5, and he had about
Rows of razor teeth, belt fed like a chainsaw
Staring down its throat, no eyes just caverns
Stalking and sniffing, it smells where you've been
By
of nowhere
This place, drink it in
The flowers, the mountains are my second skin
These starry bright nights fill my brain with kind
imagination again
Foretold by prophetic eye
Scourges upon lands he never stood
Predicting our race to die
Seeing the days
Of hideous plague
When nature released disease
[instrumental and Spanish speaking for 19 seconds]
[Keith Korg]
Astro Jetman, flight attendant, American Airlines
DC-10 with engine built to my back
Tinoisamoa haberdashery
Got seven patches, coming through with Patra
Speaking patois, Tuna tartare
Snap my fingers for the waiter
Tell him the food was caca
will you dance
Black dreds, black cat
Straight up out of 7 Jungle with the raps
Stripes on me like a knife straight cut me in the back
Big dog
niggas look JUST LIKE YOU
All this madness got me sick as the flu
You could be, executed, all the shit you do
(2x)
Second Verse:
In the middle
I've got this vampire
Sucking blood from my brain
These demons in my soul
Driving me insane
Hear my call for aid
I've been betrayed
By my
brain on tire ribbons
Givin a splittin headache with energetic delivery
Livin as a poetic shredded by the edge of misery
Vividly describin the pain inside
passports
"Have a nice flight sir"
This is our chance, he never took a second glance
Am I ready to advance, or live by in a trance
The past thirty years
'Cause man hates himself, but he loves the battlezone
Ignorance is on the loose
The color of my skin could put my neck in a noose
Yo, my brain is
your brains and I'm as sick as the fever
Try to fuck with a monster you better leave it to beaver
Cause I'm coming for your life you been marked by
sitting by the ocean for lessons
The waves melting my tension
My brain working like engine
The strain lurk in my tendons
I grain grip in the Bentley
the mist
Got a shotty that ya grippin that's it
('s it) stop at the door, window down
I take a look inside and I see no dro
(No dro)
Live by the gas so we
gotta focus on ball
He say he down for least 7
when come out he need me to be a star.
A lil later he sentenced and I caught a growth spurt.
God giving
Yeah
I'm coming in off the chain
I'm crazy enough, I might be talking sane
Got the brains for this rap shit, I'm ready to top the game
Dropping names
a couple days of old shit
When it comes to others, they just start
Before putting themselves up for judgment by the law
That's the difference in my thoughts
skin, the pores, the culture ignored
The whitewashed brain matter that has lost its cause
And that shadow, should probably shave it off
Turn around
your mental while bitches give
Me brain with no dental
Y'all probably think I'm crazy
For touching this instrumental
Shout out my cousin Ego
He know this
Bitch it’s the underworld
Where the monsters dwell
I’m hired by the fucking devil to send them all in hell
Knight is the savior that everyone been
we aren't flowing the same
Grinding smarter not harder I've been toughing my brain
Only see with tunnel vision
Cant be blinded by fame
Never
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