Lyrics:
dealt with direct
Is it true he stayed in beef and slept with a TEC?
What's the position you hold?
Can you really match a triple platinum artist buck
paid?
Hustlers I've met or, dealt with direct
Is it true he slay the beef and slept with a tech?
What's the position you hold? Can you really match
one two, check two three
Get a mic check, yeah can I get a mic check
Drapht coming live and direct
From the West to the South, to the North
raise the iron
You a small fry
I'm a giant
Hit em with word play
I go off on a beat
That's road rage
I let off on a bitch
That's a cold case
Won't catch
home and still feed home
Before iron now men nya Gold
Grind inside outside is cold
Keee your lane am in my own
2 backwoods and am in zone
I get men
it graphically
Direct order, hit the border, then slaughter
Horrific torture, by prolific authors
Shape and mold MC's, like I'm playing the skelly top
ever set for discussion and then dissected of substance
They pretend they above it like it ain’t left to the public
Who in the end direct the direct
heart
AI can't replicate the soul in the art
Similar look but easy to tell them apart
Bullseye on the target call em iron darts
Warpigs mindfull on direct
it graphically
Direct order, hit the border, then slaughter
Horrific torture, by prolific authors
Shape and mold MC's, like I'm playing the skelly top
nizzle
Man I make it rain you make it trickle
Man you already know
I'm headed to the bank, direct deposit
All I got is ice in my closet
That's all I wear,
cold, focusing on the road but I can't read a map
I want more than the lure of the gold and green
And black shadows that lead me back to the gallows
I'm just eyeing
Once you fall I'll let you plummet not clutching no fucking iron
I play my cards right, no off-white I'm incognito
This ain't on sight,
could Catch me getting shots up over at the Rucker
Sharpening my iron swerving creases in the cut
She said I'm a nut elite socks in the tuck
I told her
WALTER:
Calm yourself, young Nathan. As always, there’s a spot up here on my lap just for you. And it’s getting cold! Brrrr!
NATHAN:
Oh, boy!
UNCLE
This whole flow
Is Lennox Lewis in his Prime
Iron Mike on a mission
Knock heads
Out of condition
Prophecy
Meets competition
It’s me
Mirror mirror
that they have a utopian solution of peace without victory
They call their policy accommodation
And they say if we only avoid any direct confrontation
fear of our families dying
No young G's pulling out iron
Or doubts concerning the end like the Mayans
I'm from a place where it's freezing cold
But
go
Still sprinting to my dreams
Like I’m still on the run
Taking off like a direct snap in the shotgun
The verse is double barrel
Merk mumble rap for
to cause this
I have electrical energy
Ionised next to my forceps
I'm unemployed since
I ain't being hired to iron no drawers
I'm in confinement not in
flipped the script told the extras to settle in and watch this
Jump on the set
Then I slap the director
Should I reel it back am I being too direct
Sitting on watch in deep and icy boreal fjords Yet untouchable A man-made mountain of cold Wotan-Stahl Wielding a silent reign of terror, from afar,
spies and murderers
Wrapped in plastic like Dominican furniture
I put the iron in you, like the center of Earth's curvature
And make your block turn into
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