Lyrics:
HAARP! DOOM!
Projects mysterious air force
Created for domination
Antennas and arms control the weather
With radioactive waves produce heating
prepared
For the project flow, with extra stairs
I pass out a vest to wear (bullets, flying)
Yo, the hard wire, starting barn fires
Pulling mad, so you
prepared
For the project flow, with extra stairs
I pass out a vest to wear (bullets, flying)
Yo, the hard wire, starting barn fires
Pulling mad, so you
it's the temple of doom
I mean the ghetto, cause it's wicked
Most niggas out there in the hood, trying to get a chicken
But never even seen a bird
through the
Sky in the clouds, I said ay yo, watch this
Hail mary fly, keep on
Runnin' keep on gunnin' with this
Fire in my eyes, and I'm sky high
I'm sky
niggas was rhymin hard and comin' crazy
Electrifyin' and vivid, yo
I'm like a rabbi, fresh new mag and I'm mad high
Stolen black Jag I brag fly, yeah
"Possibly a lot of rain this afternoon, with thunderstorms
Highs in the mid-eighties and lows about seventy-five degrees
It's 11:30 AM on WFDS
one for all the project baby's
Government tried to play me
But I'm setting up plays
Rip DOOM
All Caps when you spell the man's Name
I hang with them
Hanging out in Lalo’s what a beautiful world
Beautiful colours
Beautiful girls
Seeing ain’t believing without texture and sound
Things seem so
now we got you high
I don't know you
Why the fuck you all in my grill
I'm stackin' buck on you niggas, stay so so trill
You ain't no killa
Not a lot of bling
When he do the thing, bada boom, bada bing
From the womb to the tomb
Get that ricotta, bada bing, bada boom
Doom, your
don't hear my tone
Like a dog searchin' for his bone
I'm lost in this big ass world and I'm lookin' for a way out of my tomb
Stuck high as fuck in my room
a mother fuckin apocalypse
I be high call it suicide rate
Hit the blunt then ride the wave
Flow fucking smooth there's no debate
Astral project up out my
with a tribe of the dopest folks
Got up on the mic and I held my own
With the coldest flows and a golden tone
Soldier on a few projects later
spraying with another nigg*
Stress that's on my mind, stress my sober mind
Though the hood is weak, we find good and speak in these textures of the times
I'm surrounded by you
Spirits roam around my room
I won't let you take control
I am ready to bloom
All the way until my doom
My soul lies in the moon
profit before my doom
Glory to the most high
Glory to the most high
Glorious
Glorious
zones, awe yea
Handing out signals but they still wouldn't listen
I can't make singles cuz my projects is lessons
I just got like pringles started stackin
soon
we will get through the doom
saw how much we consume
put me in a white room
gone crazy called a loon
then something new to bloom
sacred female in
shootin' for the moon
New projects coming
Confident every tune
I'm climbing the highest ladder feed rappers to Victor Van Doom
Most of all ya'll never had
Uh
I been lovin' life for a minute
I get fuckin' high on the feeling
I'mma quit it, I'm acquitted, I'm addicted to the way I'm living
But I'm
has spent most other
Nights this year the building is
Hidden in a residential neighborhood
Behind a high
Automatic gate the room reeks of
Berry-flavored
I Self to split these jingles
Still while we wait to
Dry these counterfeit singles
With more rhymes than any time
Is DOOM senses tingle
Those who got
Man, space rap
Open your eye
Peel the mask
Realize this life ain't the last
This is space rap
Where we eat shrooms
Feel a blast
Project my soul through
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