Lyrics:
an apartment uptown
Uh, some homeless people, maybe five or ten
Um, an NYU girl I met in Central Park
I left her at a parking
Lot behind some donut shop
I killed
takes a drink out of the leak.
My baby's got a blue-green sweater
And a nest down by the creek.
Plume, bloom, bloom, baby bloom.
Cheep, cheep, beep,
trajectory of David's sling to Goliath
Nor abundance of nouses accommodate my body weight
Circle 1-9-7-5 with
Instruments of vine and I'll
Dine the road
no procrastin with the axe when you're blastin
'cause when you're maxin and relaxin, that's when they start attackin
(SO!!!) Get the gats, forget
play is hard
And many falls
Steel bites sharp in flesh
And upon a mountain
Towering tall
Stands the messengers of death
Five horsemen in armour
mattress
Remember the patterns, the five stay dipping in traffic
Parle stiff in the cabin
With axes, dismember a faggot
Limbs is scattered and littered
in a fractured mind
Captured fragments of the rapture with an axe to grind
Written chapters in the havoc
Scribbled passages of madness
Hidden shackles
lies when ya spit
Weak Rhymes get predicted before you guys script em'
Wack by design, yet they demand it live
I mean anything can happen if your
Axe throwing, heads rolling, grand open, grand closing, fucker
THAT IS JUST WHAT I WANT YOU TO DO
Underestimate the great, featherweights get razed
Like
storm starts to brews
Thunder cracking as I zoom with the music that I've warned will strike right through
It's under my axe, I'll resume chopping this
check by the specialist
Where raining on mc's with speed high velocity
Many styles the Dox is mastering transformation
Where raining on mc's with speed
When I'm by myself, I apply myself
My mood is pensive, attitude defensive
Increased attention, decrease the tension
A new invention, the innovation
nothin'
The big axe is Paul Bunyan
Blood splatter from his bladder
Docs was all buggin'
Like, "We knew he was bold
But can't believe the gall of him"
Bitch,
There they go the clown and the two thugs
See what you fuckers made me do?
Another five days huh? Fuck
Oh my
Mama always said watch that black boy
And they passed me the ball
Go off, it’s LeBron
They don’t understand the clutch mode than I’m on
Yall don’t understand by now you can’t guard me
This floor
my feet start to flow
Easy on breathing V. I . S . I . O . N .
I'm smacked in the face with an ethereal tone
Run a run around
It's grooving get down
I
my feet start to flow
Easy on breathing V. I . S . I . O . N .
I'm smacked in the face with an ethereal tone
Run a run around
It's grooving get down
I
about ninety six
Im not a rapper by the way/
I'ma word smith
Refined poetic/
Never say bitch
Fuck you bitch!
I came to this spot
With every intention
spinning
Looking like dreidels
Rubber necking while you ride by
Told you I'm hot, hit the spot
Talking wi-fi
Olympic medal with the high dive
Make a splash
it’s me
But very, very soon
I’m going globally
I only do this here
For the purity
My words are axes
Choppin’ down money trees
You ain’t real hip-hop
there ain't gon be no damn colllectons.
It's M$tacks in the booth get a clue and guess my lethal weapon.
I make music for commuting to yo 9 to 5
Windows
a lumberjack
You vampires don't want my axe
Sucker niggas call me honest Abe cause when I palm the K I'm giving everyone 100 flat
Oh your son could rap? but thun
I'm the hardest to hit back
As sharp as pick axe
Quick snap an artist in half like a Kit Kat
This prat wanted this track
With his diss track
Infact make
pissed to the max
A Texas typhoon horror 30 blade torture axe
Bitch ass devil, its murders I'm bringing 'em
A reborn foot soldier, thirsting for
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