Lyrics:
box box
Step up in the rave, swervin' through the function
Pull of in a wraith, swervin' through the junction
Sippin' on the Henny, man can't even
I don't really like to lend dough
From the corners cylindrical triangle hats
Says dunce lyrics precise like forensical science leave you entangled
Wells and Zapata, the dead vote Johnson in
Forged signatures and ballots in Box 13
Coke goes home to Junction and he spends his days
With his wife and his
Coming from afar
Why do you think I can just give up like that
Kojo mi o kin Shey eran riro
Wonder wonder eruku choco Brain box
Ti nba mo ibi timo
packed with F-Bombs.
You packin' lines? I'm packing dead bones.
I'm phenomenal, I'm cylindrical.
I go 'bout like a karma in this fuckin' new road.
You sick
It's been tough
But I've gone about my business
But it's been rough
Not seeing the shape of you
The cylindrical make of you
Whether white or brown
No
it's bout time that I raised the barbell
I box with the beat like my name was Rahzel
Bout time that I raised the barbell
I box with the beat like my name
me
Wey you go bore then call me curse me sey
"Ony3 s**mi"
I no dey worry
You dey go call an attorney cause I be flame like Atomic Junction
Your baby
on buildings that aim for ya dome
It's a field full of land mine watch ya step
Feeling brave knock yourself out we box the best
You stepped in the danger zone
Counter balance egbe bulu laptop
Bulu kala kwechili na junction
Chupado mgbada akpa ya Bu sure sure
Maka obele oge onalu ma gunshot
N' ime anyasi n' atu
quick
I ain't gon' remember shit
M-mh, just flashbacks, I think I need a box of Tums
'Cause I got a cold case of the runs
Shit, too much alcoholic
quick
I ain't gon' remember shit
M-mh, just flashbacks, I think I need a box of Tums
'Cause I got a cold case of the runs
Shit, too much alcoholic
handcuff, steady man I dey jump (I'm in my Bag)
Man that chain no go me, make my money pile, get myself some ice box (I'm in my bag)
Man not local, I'm gon'
the box
Baby you could be a magnet fill her neck around with pearls cuz she plan to rule the world
Verse One:
The path of a Queen’s introduction
Her pain
like uncle
I just stepped in but i ain't stumbled
Twisted the box rubix cube
Perplexing now they're puzzled
Just passed go i'm two up
I was wounded when
to come out from your box ooo before I go loss enough is enough I know dey go again
Me no want tolerate no nonsense
Oh mama
Na money way dey make sense
rhyme
Put you in a pine box
You and your whole family's on detox
Hustlin' crack for Reebok's
Holy socks, cut you with my ox
Rampage got the city
where I got my first 223
Handin' out shots, he got four
And she got two or three (Straight up)
Ran hot box, 1500, we got two or three
(Straight up)
nigga
Got your whole hood in a junction now
Niggas can't even kick it in
They hood because of you, nigga
'Cause you want to spread your motherfucking
call me Einstein
Buck a shot two times and stick you for your rhyme
Put you in a pine box
You and your whole family's on detox
Hustlin crack for
You are a lost
Lost Energy
You are the junction of the four elements
You are the grace
You are the disgrace
You are all the wrath of the lost
go and get lit
This the starter for night vamping
Up the notch, turning it up to the max
With the slaw, in hot box, smoking gas
Bout to make
think will fit
As long as it's box office, as long as it's a hit
Cinema, cinema
You can have birdmen and snowmen
You can have women in red
Hero
close friends smoked the moon rocks
Tape coming soon gotta play it out a juke box, sippin' on a juice box
On the road to success gotta make a few stops
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