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Automotive Engineering

Jethro Tull

Original Album Series, Vol. 2

2016

In the hands of science 
The complete appliance.
We're moved to motor.
Do you fly a Spitfire?
Do you slide on a tea-tray?
Or walk on a short trip (Sundays).
Or drive come what may (enjoy).

Carbon Fiber Music
Yeh-yeh-yo
Yeh-yeh-yo
(Fa-rru) yeh-yeh-yeh-yo

Amaneció salió el Sol
Y 'tá haciendo calor
Vamo' prender el motor (motor)
El día está bueno 
Pa' dar una vuelta
Contigo es la vuelta
Contigo es la vuelta (Fa-rru)

Ay vámonos pa' la costa, mi cielo
Que el viento le dé a tu pelo
Hoy el día está bueno (Farru)
Y ponme la radio un afrito nuevo
De esos suavecitos, melo
Pa' kikiar el viaje entero contigo

Pa' que sienta el vibe vibe
Pa' que sienta el vibe vibe y el vibe vibe (yeah)
El vibe vibe vibe, bae
Vibe vibe, bae
Pa' que sienta, pa' que sienta, pa' que sienta
Pa' que sienta la vibe vibe (sienta la vibe vibe)
Pa' que sienta el vibe vibe y el vibe vibe (yeah)
El vibe vibe vibe, bae
Vibe vibe, bae
El vibe vibe vibe, bae (Fa-rru)

Pa' que sienta el vibe, bebé
Pa' que libere el estrés
Tranquila chillin
Tranquila chillin
Sólo fluye, tú va' a ver
Que yo voy a resolver
Tranquila chillin
Tranquila chillin

Quiero llevarte
A dónde estemos aparte
Y veamos el Sol caer
Y veamos el Sol caer
Quiero llevarte
A dónde estemos aparte
Y ver el Sol caer
Y ver el Sol caer, yeah-yeah-yeah

Ay vámonos pa' la costa, mi cielo
Que el viento le dé a tu pelo
Hoy el día está bueno (Farru)
Y ponme la radio un afrito nuevo
De esos suavecitos, melo
Pa' kikiar el viaje entero contigo

Pa' que sienta el vibe vibe
Pa' que sienta el vibe vibe
Pa' que sienta el vibe vibe y el vibe vibe (yeah)
El vibe vibe vibe, bae
Vibe vibe, bae
Pa' que sienta, pa' que sienta, pa' que sienta
Pa' que sienta la vibe vibe (sienta la vibe vibe)
Pa' que sienta el vibe vibe y el vibe vibe (yeah)
El vibe vibe vibe, bae
Vibe vibe, bae
El vibe vibe vibe, bae

Yeah
Fa-rru
Mission: CVRBOM VRMOR

Carbon Fiber Music
Yeah
Ajá (TrapXFicante)
El Wasón bebé (Dímelo Flow)
Farru

Carbon Sport (yeah), saco el R Sport (skrt)
Al carbón, le engancho el tambor (prr)
Motor Sport, el Aventador (bum, bum)
Un bolón te monto si saco, chambeo y aprieto el botón (prr-prra)

Abro el sistema (ch-ch), saco el deportivo (prr-prr)
Lo monto, chambeo, lo jalo, cabrón, no me des un motivo
Se abren las puertas del Lambo pa' arriba y se quedan mordi'os
Las libras me llegan directo de Cali, sellá's al vació
Estos cabrones quieren setearme
Tiran y falla', y no han podido darme
Son unos trilis, yo sigo aquí
Me tiran y todos fallan
Mucho krippy, las glock tienen chip y
Dame un zippy, mastico otra picky
Quiero un chin-chin, mami, de esa criqui
Fumo con cojone' (ajá), pero a mí no me gusta el pimp-pimp

Rá-rá-rápida y furiosa, aquí somos Formula 1
Flow Lewis Hamilton, así quiero a uno
Mi liga es Rally, panas en Cali
Medellín ya sabe quien es la Muhammad Ali
Aloha, ahora compra Moët, Roberto Cavalli (yeah)
Le hundo el nitro y te mandamos a dar la pali (wah)
Con mis mecánicos (ajá), que andan con automáticos (auh)
Yo ando en reuniones con Jay-Z y sus diplomáticos
(La nena) carro que ruge, te ruge, te ruge, siempre se funde
Mi silencio es oro y tú te confundes
Me gané la copa y sin copiloto
Tú andas en triciclo, yo ando en cuatrimoto
Quiero un Bugatti, pa' montarme a lo Katy, a lo Katy, bien Perry
Le sacudo el batty, se le pone feliz, se le pone bien merry
Dice que le sabe a cereza, frambuesa, también a blueberry
Que tiene ese tanque repleto, pa' meterle la manguera 'e gasolina a mi Ferry (wuh)

Carbon Sport (qué-qué), saco el R Sport (skrt, prr-prr)
Al carbón (wuh), le engancho el tambor (el tambor, yeah)
Motor Sport, el Aventador (bum, bum, skrt)
Un bolón te monto si saco, chambeo y aprieto el botón

No les di break (no), las putas me aman como aman a Drake (yeah)
Pero anyway (wuh), tu gata me tiene en replay (jejeje, rra)
El pelo pinta'o y el fade (yeah), le engancha el hermano al AK (brr)
Baby, me hice las braids (jeje), el Wasón siempre fuera de la ley (wuh-wuh), yeh, yeh
Rápido como Wall (flash), mato como un R Sport (prr-prr)
Ninguno fuerce conmigo que soy Peyton Manning pero en el Super Bowl, yeh (jejeje)
Los burros se mueven, se mueven, mientras me quedo en hotele' (hotele')
Me tiran, me tiran, me tiran, pero sus mujere' me quieren (me quieren)
Yo vivo gastando, gastando, gastando chavos a nombre 'e ustedes (ustede')
Tranquilo que yo me hago millo (wuh-wuh) el año que viene, yeh-yeh (wuh)

Carbon Sport, todo Carbon Sport, yeh (wuh)
Tu mujer (yeh) la tengo en babydoll (yeh)
Se la tragó y no la obligué yo (yo, no-no)
Me le vengo adentro de tu gata, que se joda ese support

Prendo sour en el Motor Sport (mah)
Farru me presta el tambor, mi puta tiene pelo tricolor (yeah, yeh-yeh)
Te rafagueo de adentro del comfort
De noche maldito hijo'eputa pa' que no puedas ver más la luz del sol (rra)
Efectivo, cash, flow my money
Yo en el quinto piso, tu perra en el lobby (yeah)
Soy su perro, ella me dice Bobby (no)
Disque que se buscan pero yo no lo veo (yeah)
Dale, dale, dale, dale, ahora to'as me dicen "Love it" (mua)
Meto má' putas en mi casa que un concierto en el Choli (ey)
En la cintura cargo la .40 (ta-ta-ta-tat)
Vamo' a quemar gasolina, prendan los motores (Farru, Farru)

Carbon Sport, saco el R Sport (skrt)
Al carbón, le engancho el tambor (prr-prr)
Motor Sport, el Aventador (bum, bum, eight)
Un bolón te monto si saco, chambeo y aprieto el botón

Carbon Fiber Music
(Carbon Sport)
Sharo Towers
(Carbon Sport)
Frank Miami
(Carbon Sport)
Carbon Fiber Music
Yeah

Hop on my yellow Benz
Yellow Benz
Yellow Benz
Yellow Benz
Yellow Benz yah
Hop on my yellow Benz
Yellow Benz
Yellow Benz
Yellow Benz
Yellow Benz yah
Hop on my yellow Benz
Yellow Benz
Yellow Benz
Yellow Benz
Yellow Benz yah
Hop on my yellow Benz
Yah hop on my yellow Benz yah yah
Driving all the way
从南走到北
Motor sports turn me on
也不会觉得累
灯光在闪烁看到眼前在倒退
Bumper to bumper on high way 不会掉队
油门踩到底看不见我尾灯
Carbon fiber on my mind 看我威风
I said vroom vroom
视线变绯红
V8的声浪在我耳边呼啸vroom vroom

What do you mean
华丽的登场
积蓄的能量
氮气的喷放
What do you mean
荷尔蒙碰撞
小宇宙膨胀
爆炸的声响
I dont know how much i can keep going
旁边的喇叭让我烦躁dat shits annoying
点燃一根香烟关闭冷空气
世界变慢一脚跑了几公里

Yah yah yah
I do what I said so
Someone asked for a ride and I said no
Yah yah yah
I do what I said so
Double turbo brings me up I can't say no
Someone asked for a ride and I said no
Double turbo brings me up I can't say Switch

他们的目标不是你是我
漂移产生的雾气把他们带进漩涡
就像诸葛亮的空城计运筹帷幄
手里的方向盘被我紧握
Turn left and I switch back
你跟不上我
给足马力 消失视野 飞在太空德罗索
My yellow Benz
快的 像黄 色闪 光 你摸不透
My yellow Benz
大脑 在飞 速运 转 说不出口
My yellow Benz
被我操作气急败坏的你呆在原地像个木偶
没人敢帮你出头 无能怒吼 出门左转就是出口

白色的烟雾环绕在我身上bbs不停的烧胎 (i got dat fire)
先耍个半圈再倒车我挂上vvs展示个招牌 (get dat flex on)
小妹说要我给她表个态
她看向我的眼神里面都是朝拜
看我花里胡哨的表演别个些早就被我轻松给淘汰 (get the fuck out)

Hop on dat Yellow Benz
Hop on dat Yellow Benz
Hop on dat Yellow Benz
Hop on dat Yellow Benz

Less go
Hop on my yellow Benz
Yellow Benz
Yellow Benz
Yellow Benz
Yellow Benz yah
Hop on my yellow Benz
Yellow Benz
Yellow Benz
Yellow Benz
Yellow Benz yah
Hop on my yellow Benz
Yellow Benz
Yellow Benz
Yellow Benz
Yellow Benz yah
Hop on my yellow Benz
Yah hop on my yellow Benz yah yah
Driving all the way
从南走到北
Motor sports turn me on
也不会觉得累
灯光在闪烁看到眼前在倒退
Bumper to bumper on high way 不会掉队
油门踩到底看不见我尾灯
Carbon fiber on my mind 看我威风
I said vroom vroom
视线变绯红
V8的声浪在我耳边呼啸vroom vroom
Hop on my yellow Benz
Hop on my yellow Benz
Hop on my yellow Benz
Hop on my yellow Benz
Hop on my yellow Benz
Said what

Lanzai
Mosey
Worldwide Music
La 167
Frank Miami
Sharo Towers
Whitestar
Carbon Fiber Music
La 167

Buddha's in your frontal lobe tonight
He's spelunking in your brain tonight
Little tin hat, divine light on
Through the medula, down the pons
Buddha's in your frontal lobe tonight
Motor
Rush hour makes your motor cortex flash
Devils floor their impulses and crash
Red for stop and green for go
How little you know of how much you know
Tonight in your neural net
Ecstasy and deep regret
A gridlock brain or Soul Train

Occipital
Eye in the back of your head occipital lobe
Laser show and disco ball and strobe
What you see is all reversed, crossed and mangled as liverworst
First is last and shall be first tonight
Parietal
Nowadays I'm no pariah at all
But I came close to lacking an I at all
Feral kids are we a group or just some dirt in your people soup
My language center can not see abstract terminology
All your human grammar's mad to me

Cerebellum, no

I bet you think you have a single soul
All of you think you have a single soul
Yet you've got two brains inside, left and right of the great divide
Both of you think you have a single soul
Corpus collosum
Slender bridge across the dark abyss
Your identity narrows down to this
A fiber optic corpus collosum, shares your data if you know some
But if your line goes down, sudden divorce but share the house
Blindly chasing I and I around

Let's all celebrate Broca's brain, drop who we are and start again
Yo ho, yo ho, yo ho ho
Aaarrgh
That's me brain
Straight on till morning

Hoy ando rulay y que salga el sol
De aquí pa' la playa, hace calor
Tráeme la hookah, carbón y sabor
Y darle hasta que se rompa el motor
Y a beber, que el alcohol 
Se encargue de que pierda el control
Voy a prender un blunt
Yo en mi nota me siento cabrón (¡Farru!)

V8 motor engine hope that bitch don’t bus
carbon fiber tail so that bitch don’t rust
donuts on the e way she say that’s to much
fellatio while driving i might swerve a little 


I hit the gas when it’s yellow i don’t be stopping at lights
caresing her mf leg while i be grippin the pipe
 a 100 on mf side block i almost hit a pedestrian
Tryna go drop my side bitch off she ain’t even say bye
 tryna go scoop my other bitch she ain’t even tell me hi
monte Carlos , Cutlas
rather race a Lamborghini down the street with clutches
kimchi in the passenger seat right now rolling dutches 
smoke keep on coming from my tires like I set a fire
bitch I’m from Chicago so you know we living like the wire
AMG or hellcat 
told them fuck the police it don’t matter this a hell bat 
license plates stay covered police see us they don’t know where we the hell at

Getting head while driving i'm a swerve
fly this bitch

Our grave danger built of lights and motors strikes the locals hypnotic
as we swept the sick off of our infested ship in a dazzling display of logic.

You see that fly shit Spitta on
You see that fly shit Ghost on
The money and the weed, the guns and the Nikes
In the cars with the ice just might form Voltron
Or should I transform on 'em
they was goin ham on 'em
I was blowin' grams on 'em
They was showin' swag
I was blowin' bags full of strains that niggas didn't ever know they had
It's Jet Life, I except life it's not life
'til you come through livin' block life
Carbon fiber stock pipes
I'm talkin' marble on the kitchen counter
You gon' smell like reserve if you sit around us
Should I keep goin' or quiet up?

Vida Cara

DM

Vida Cara

2018

Louis Vuitton' y Supreme
Cape y súbele el trim (yeah)
Del motor la contender
Viene llena de Santome y San Martín
Glopetas con chip (chip)
To's los suits son Gucci (Gucci)
Con las libras de kushy (kushy)
Teppanyaki sushi (¡wouh!)

HyperCar HyperCar, gets the jump off the start
HyperCar Hype life, cheaper than the foreign parts
HyperCar HyperCar, hyperactive hyperdrive
HyperCar Hype, put it in gear & let’s fly
ZoomZoom boom boom, goes the carbon fiber rocket
2 seater 2 million, I’ll pay outta pocket
Race on the strip, Rev up or stall clout
Glossy red paint, pull up and show out
I beg I beg, I want the the Koenigsegg
Head lights wink, motor shrieks
Jesko Zoom pass, everyone freaks
Hit that turn sharper than widows peak
Unleash the electric hyena
Beauty body like Athena, my shotgun diva
Garage is a no no, park her in the arena
Donuts make Pininfarina, a ballerina
Doors aren’t quite quartic, still filled with static
Rimac on the track with all wheels in tack
Doors up high, they hit the sky’s floor
Concept deuce, hydraulics angle at an obtuse
Key starts Bugatti, I gotta have thy
Can’t pop wheelies, smoke Mercedes
Chiron Chiron, can’t pronounce royalty wrong
Big bak makes that horsepower strong
My Hypercar Dreams are Jay Leno’s reality
I wanna take off in a Rezvani
Beast Alpha, sounds more dominant than cane Kappas
Drifting lappas, around you paved rappers
Speakers blarin’ boucin’ 600LT McLaren
The line up is unplanned pairing
Senna, 720, SpeedTail, 650s coupé
Can’t tell the difference, well I got the scoop
Woopty woop, competes with the elite
Race a shuttle, leave an ozone puddle
Apollo steals the show, tough act to follow
Intensa Emozione, intense energy zone
The Porsche strong horse, beats Ari’s horse on course
Turbo S, 0-60 in 2.8s
Still want that Tesla Model S
Turbo will make Ludicrous feel distress
Reverse butterfly suicide doors
Who can compete with those engine roars
Like a rich man, the Lykan is laced with diamonds
Fenyr 7speed, higher up like a wise man
Trion and I are similar in particular
Trion Nemesis, DJ Nemesis
2000hp 2000rows of teeth
Viggety V8, no question he’ll win the race
SSC comes packed with heat
Ult Aero, the former American hero
Call ya mamma, new era of terra
Aurora Boreara ground jet Tuatara
Bulgaria reborns metal racing insects
I got ten on deck, no more bets
Who’s behind the wheel, good ole TinTin
The car grins, a R1 saint yet named Sin
You get the idea I like hypercars
I put them in rhymes, flow with clever bars
Better hope I don’t become a CZAR, the garage will be bizarre
Future superstar, pulling up in shooting stars
ZoomZoom boom boom, goes the carbon fiber rocket
2 seater 2 million, I’ll pay outta pocket
Race on the strip, Rev up or stall clout
Glossy red paint, pull up and show out
HyperCar HyperCar HyperCar Lam
HyperCar HyperCar HyperCar Gani
HyperCar HyperCar HyperCar Ari
HyperCar HyperCar HyperCar Gatti
HyperCar HyperCar HyperCar Lambo
HyperCar HyperCar HyperCar Pagani
HyperCar HyperCar HyperCar Ferrari
HyperCar HyperCar HyperCar Bugatti
Who would’ve thought machines would be so extreme
Fill that beast of a horse with more torque
Absurd ain’t it, now it’s time to paint it
Admire that interior, suede, with a gloss exterior
Superior to the tuners, more leaner than sedans
Body job, make it trans triggety transformer
Don’t forget the power horses that were former
F1, Diablo, in the presence what honor
I’ve had dreams of having a diverse garage
One day flying on the autobahn won’t be a mirage
Speak into existence, run my cash light up the dash
From hot wheels to for real, floor it gone like flash
No wide bodies, they sit up with posture
All wheel drive, drag racing launcher
I rule the roads, king needs his V-12 crown
Renowned in motor town, can I get a break down
In reverse
HyperCar HyperCar HyperCar Lam
HyperCar HyperCar HyperCar Gani
HyperCar HyperCar HyperCar Ari
HyperCar HyperCar HyperCar Gatti
HyperCar HyperCar HyperCar Lambo
HyperCar HyperCar HyperCar Pagani
HyperCar HyperCar HyperCar Ferrari
HyperCar HyperCar HyperCar Bugatti
Aurora Boreara ground jet Tuatara
Aurora Boreara ground jet Tuatara
Aurora Boreara ground jet Tuatara
Aurora Boreara ground jet Tuatara
Aurora Boreara ground jet Tuatara
Aurora Boreara ground jet Tuatara
Aurora Boreara ground jet Tuatara
Aurora Boreara ground jet Tuatara
Aurora Boreara ground jet Tuatara
Aurora Boreara ground jet Tuatara

Got a turbo, aye I bought it off ebay
Racin' on the downhill, leadin' like a leeway
Drivin' down the road, speedin' while I'm on the freeway
Playin Need For Speed, driftin', you could call me DK
Damn
Street race on the road
Mogi gotta chill, better keep it ten toes
Deliverin' tofu, deliverin' loads
Water cup drippy, it's just like my flow
I'm a speed star
Racin' round, give 'em regards
Got a gold ticket in like each bar
I be splittin' purchases through three cards
Feel like Ken Miles
Got a blown motor after ten miles
I ain't up to date, I still use dial
Been king of the streets for a damn while
Race for a full tank of gas
So that one day I could race for the bag
I'm at the top like Ken Blast
200,000 miles on my dash

200 on the dash
AE86, got it straight from Japan
Runnin' the touge, I step on the gas
Just race on the mountain, ain't race on the track
This ain't my first race, and this ain't my last
Tryna get money, I'm tryna get cash
I'm on the racin' line like it's a path
Thought you could win, never had a chance
Sayin' your car is faster, that's a cap
When you racin' me, you better hope you don't crash
Wanted to win, but you couldn't pass
If you thought you could beat me, you stuck in the past

Driftin' inside my 86
Blind attack, I got a bag full of tricks
Inertia drift, like a swing and a miss
12,000 RPM, serious risk
Panda Trueno 86 hatchback
Pop up lights so bright, they give you a flashback
Tryna get money, got a tip usin' Cash App
Carbon fiber hood, got it painted in matte black
Gas station work shift, from 9-to-5
Cut through the corner, I ain't talkin knives
Race in the dark, I'ma race in the night
Been runnin' Akina since '95
I am the ghost, white ghost of Akina
4AGE, got like 1.6 liters
240 horses is all that I need though
Wonderin' who's that 86, yeah it's me though

Bitch I ain't no babysitter
Imma dope spittah
Opposite of a quitter
Weavin my tale
See I'm more of a knitter
I got this basket of bad shit
Wit the fibers to back it
And a handle made out of my hunger for rappin
Y'all niggas is simpin and sappy
I am just simply magic
The new chosen one
So Harry needs to know he's back to playing understudy
I'm mixed wit a skin that's muddy
And a dusty culdesac
The biggest vocab yo ass will ever hear on wax
So the clearer that I speak the more this shit slaps
God of destruction
Just snapped so lemme take a nap
I know my fucking worth,
A star, my mama birthed
We'd prolly be on better terms if she ain't burn these bridges
No self-control
But that's ok, the dark-skinned Phoenix has risen
I'm puttin family first, so ain't that just some nepotism
I'm puttin family first, so ain't that just some nepotism

Sittin in the crib, sippin dat cream soda
I'm whippin up the sauce, they call it a cream motor
Sittin in the crib, I'm sippin dat cream soda
Whippin up the sauce, I call dat a Cream Motor

Gave a strap to a beluga
Call it Killa Whale
They tried to steal my wind
They wanna slice up all my sails
I'm like a lone wolf
I eat the pussy raw
I'm drippin juice and sauce
From my feral maw
And I don't start no trouble, but I'll turn yo soul to rubble
And if you try to steal my flow
I'm watching all you hoes like Hubble
I got the sauce so thick
They call it dat cream
Yo girl swallow it
Its Sage's spicy special beam
I heard they drown up in it
Even if they could swim
Y'all niggas outta whack
I think that you need a trim
I let the shadows brim
They keep me safe at night
Without this music shit, all I'd do is trap or fight
Its Mr.Underground
Its Mr.Moniker
She spinnin on my dick
She's Ms.Hanukah

It's Yung Ashura
All you other niggas basura
Puta
Check it
Yeah
Imma rap like ain't ever spit a day in my life
And Imma sit on these fruits of labor
Until they turn ripe
Snipe a dove, then wear its feathers as a headdress
Flow so fucking dope, it put yo ass on bedrest
Bend the pussy over, bust it open
She gave me head, I gave her ibuprofen
I'm the nigga bitches want
But they don't deserve
It's reciprocal for all the times that they swerved
So imma let the Rari roar when I cope
Buss a move up the steps, get the bands and never stop
I think these niggas need a mop, cause they a mess
The rebels move on my command, and my behest
Like my home address, you bitches seem hallow
I'm bout to grow out the fro, like my nigga Rallo
Like my nigga Rallo, most y'all can't find answers at the bottom of the bottle
But still go full throttle
And still gon kill yo self
You don't care about your health or wealth
I understand

Damn

Throw your throw your hands up, like

Alright, this rapping shit is easier
Than beating up a teenager
If you think that your bars
Are cold, then, trust me
You'd be freezing here
It's me against the world
And the beating will be so severe
You think the year is 2012 when
It really was a meteor
The pedal to the metal
I've had several accidental beers
A temperamental rebel with a devil
Nestled in my ear a sentimental fellow
I wrestle with my potential
Till the intercontinental belt is
Mine like, yo, the champ is here
I'm Seth Rollins, I'm Dwayne Johnson
I'm Steve Austin
The best rock, and I'm way awesome
So keep talking
You press pause when the game
Hard and you need options
I flex often, you lame awkward
You geeks awful

Solid like a statue in a bulletproof vest
Inside a plexiglass encasement full
Of hardened cement
Then wrapped in carbon fiber armour
Locked inside of a chest
Kept in a confidential area
With barbed wire fence
Man, I'm lit like gasoline is
Free with a lighter
I'm reaching maximum capacity
Can't be any tighter
I'll hold your grandson as ransom
The family hella frightened
And put his face in a magazine with
A reward if you find him
Super savage, I'll laugh when
Your Uber crash, and
I'll smash your computer after and
Dash to a school classroom
And act like a student vandal and
Scratch up the tutors Mazda
When they ask if I knew what happened
I'll jack a Suzuki wagon
Put a rag in the fuel tank and
Watch the fireworks like Fourth of July
I'm like lightning in a bottle
Or a sorcerer's eyes
Rappers hating on me lately
They're just bored of their lives
And chasing clout on borrowed time
But I'm the owner of mine born to survive
Y'all were built with older designs
It's too late for an update
Your papers ordered and signed
I'm sorry your motor isn't
Performing like mine
I know it's morbid, I look forward
To the moment it dies
That's not important though
The rappers are my sons
I'm running orphan homes
I force feed 'em poison porridge
Shutting down their organs slow
I'm always going glory hole
That's balls to the walls
You know how the story goes
Don't talk to the cops
If they corner you and force you
Then I do not recall
That's got a lot in common with the
Way I feel 'bout your songs

They're forgettable
Like I smoked a blunt and
Followed it with edibles
Then popped a bunch of ecstasy
While hammered at a festival
Then fell asleep and woke up
Wearing nothing deep in Mexico
And then you ask me if I
Heard your music type forgettable
I'm incredible, pat me on the back
They think 'cause I got face tattoos
I probably couldn't rap
I ain't Lil Yatchy or Tekashi, Uzi or Xan
I'm smarter than I look if
You're too stupid to ask

Yeah, yeah
Motor, Jesus, Pope, yeah
(Bitch)
Posted up with Jesus Pope, we playing 2K
So much flower, I could buy that bitch a bouquet
Giving me brain, shits bomb like Cobain
So much drip, you would think I took Flonase
This my spliff, so I don't need to rotate
Leave no traces, when I kill, it's a cold case
Only smoking on that gas, like propane
Lil bitch mad that I'm posted in my own lane
Bobby Boucher- I got the water
I'm heating up, and you dusty like solder
I move in silence, just like Imma barter
And I'm in her peach and I ain't talking cobbler
They making moves, but I'm moving smarter
They going hard, but I'm going harder
You going far, but I'm going farther
And if you got bars, then I got some barser
When I'm in that bitch, she squirt like a geyser
Sipping drank, I'm off the Budweiser
No cap in my rap, I'm wearing a visor
You got knowledge, well bitch I am wiser
Overseeing shit like an advisor
My ex hitting me up, I despise her
My shit is solid, just like I ate fiber
She said she need dick, I ain't have to prescribe her
Bitch keep rambling, send it to the publisher
New York Times just for yapping
I'm in her cheeks and they clapping
I pull up on him, and he don't know what happened
Call me a QB, I'm sending bullets
You said you gon' shoot me, take off his mullet
She called me a cutie, but I said "fuck it"
You know how I shoot threes, I'm getting buckets
(Fuck me then it's fuck you too)
(Fuck you too)
If it's fuck me, then fuck you too
I don't really fuck with you
Bitch, I'm not cuffing you (Cuffing you)
I had enough of you (-Nough of you)
When I pull up, Imma tuck the tool (Tuck the tool)
When I pull up on your avenue (Avenue)
Got this blade, I'll take a stab at you (Stab at you)
Bitch don't play me, show some gratitude (Gratitude)
Why you always got an attitude?

I'mma take a trip to the islands
Me and bae steady gang vibing
Gettin' playground motives from my motor 'cuz every time I be sliding
Hop on the beat and I'm vibing
Bring out the Uzi, they think I'm Myron
This one sided, Batman, Robin
Who is?

Y terminaste' bajándole a la actitu'

De oeste a este (eh), de sur a norte (yeah)
Eso viaja y llega allá sin pasaporte (grrr)
Lo' menore' en la costa (sí) velando lo' bote' (uh)
La merca' llega brillante porque no lleva el corte
De oeste a este (yeah), de sur a norte (eh)
Eso viaja y llega allá sin pasaporte (eh)
Lo' menore' en la costa (sí) velando lo' bote' (mera)
La merca' llega brillante porque no lleva el corte (eh)

Big Baby (eh)
MUSAISON
La Migraña
Dímelo, Frank Miami (grrr)
Anti Judas (uh)
Carbon Fiber Music
Presión (uh)

Hamalin, come and get it, they all call me Pied Piper
Peter on the meter, beat him, flow like a sniper
Wordsmith, been peeped that your life kills
Get a bag, step it up, get some life skills
Flow's wet, don't drown, get a life buoy
Got a thrown, sitting down while I wear a crown
Not a clown, red nose, but I'm killing It
But I mean I hold 'em down, while I watch 'em drown

Hamalin, come and get it, they all call me Pied Piper
Peter on the meter, beat him, flow like a sniper
Wordsmith, been peeped that your life kills
Get a bag, step it up, get some life skills
Flow's wet, don't drown, get a life buoy
Got a thrown, sitting down while I wear a crown
Not a clown, red nose, but I'm killing It
But I mean I hold 'em down, while I watch 'em drown

Body want to get it
Missing every cannot have it
Wanting clout it's out of habit
Pulling hats up out a rabbit
Tamagotchi on a gadget
Make a life go ahead and grab it
Got a dang I'm finna nab it
Got a pen I'm finna dab it, uhh
Humans better make it up, never kick back
Never flip never flop never click clack
Would you kill now what would you do for a Kit-Kat
Oh, I mean uh, what would you do for a Klondike
Would you go and pop a wheelie on a motor bike
Go and eat it, nage à trois avec une blonde dike
Be a dummy really stupid in the lime light
I only did it cause I really thought the times right
I only did it cause I really thought it's super fun
Okay I get it got it dummy, now you're super done
Obsolete, everybody knows you're none
So now you better get back, go away and run

Hamalin, come and get it, they all call me Pied Piper
Peter on the meter, beat him, flow like a sniper
Wordsmith, been peeped that your life kills
Get a bag, step it up, get some life skills
Flow's wet, don't drown, get a life buoy
Got a thrown, sitting down while I wear a crown
Not a clown, red nose, but I'm killing It
But I mean I hold 'em down, while I watch 'em drown

I'm a lover, not a fighter
I'm a poet not a writer
Got a dead body, now hide her
Talking reckless and you tried her
Got a roachy and a lighter
Doja Cat pull an all nighter
I'm a puller not a biter
Not playin that itsy bitsy
Enlightened aura but it's frizzy
Coffee shop with my girl Lizzie
No referencing miss McGuire
Ehen I spit it's only fire
I'm the harp and you're the lyre
it's the truth and you're a liar
Dorry sir but you're a fib-er
Paci- and a bib-er
Alchy in a liver
Over time I cause a murder
You're a dummy going durdur
Not a mummy going errwerr
Technologic cause an error
Ehat's that smell up in the ai-er
I'm winning it's only fair
Windex making it clear
In you, I'm striking fear
Tell em, the end is near
Clutch in, purse on it dear
Ego, tug on a tear
I am your puppeteer 
Clutch in, purse on it dear
Ego, tug on a tear
I am your puppeteer, ughh