Mode

Yeah, fall in line to fall back Big L's technique, Pun's grammar Before the roof went in the trunk The ragtops sat back behind the head just like a gun hammer My sickness should remind you of Christmas 'Cause I’m always coming down with something like a young Santa Understand there will be no rematch The kinda ass whooping you’ll only have to open up one can of (Nickel Nine the God) You ain’t rolling forward you’re rolling wrong Reaching out to gangstas to be gangsta you holding on I grab a hold of this 44 alone and let it go More than a 4 year old singing the frozen song I put this tec to your eclectic temple and wreck you with Then carve in your tombstone “Heavenly father he wasn’t ready To collide with with a force to be reckoned with” Do you boys know who you messing with? I’m wit, messing with niggas destiny shit Im from the midwest I stopped drinking so I can start policing the block Now I just cop smoke like pig breath Pac’s soul would come out if I died a big death Shoe connoisseur, who’s finer, your Bitch or my bitch? It don’t matter cause you with my ex The name of my ex inked on you, to me homie Extinct like a dinosaur, you can probably find me Spooning with a dime looking like Lucy Liu, or something to my broom Looking like a huge China drawer I’m a motherfucking walking hazard Find me in the bodying department When y’all rhyming if y’all don’t release, remind me Of Prodigy partner, y’all can have it I man up, lifted the can up Killed the killer who ran up scared When I was eight my daddy yelled down the basement steps You only gotta listen to me and the man upstairs 'Cause I’m in motherfucking beast mode Beast mode, homie I’m in beast mode (Know who I am) beast mode Yeah, yeah, fuck a black, brown, yellow or white it’s about unity While the media tryna twist my words, feel the opportunity to ruin me Fuck ‘em all, bitch, I’m still doing me It’s you and me on the record I’ll detect it like an infected nervous system I never miss, I murder my mission as the rendition I listen while my chain glisten I’mma get it like the world is ended dependent only if it’s intended defendin' my mind In the way I rhyme so I’m sending in The best of the best, no never the less I never digress I just keep it moving Finger fuck who ain’t on improving we finally grooving On the way no way to remove them We constantly improving yeah through rejuvenation I said juveniles run the nation come now fuck your occupation A revelation I’m facing, more secretive than a mason It look like we neck and neck but I’m far from adjacent I come so far from that basement They look at me and know I'm in beast mode Beast mode (Then it’s game time) beast mode (I’m a beast) I’m in beast mode (Know who I am)beast mode (I’m, I’m in the zone for realer) (Then it’s game time) beast mode (I’m a beast) I’m in beast mode (Know who I am)beast mode 5, 5’9, 5, 5’9 5’9, 5, 5’9, 5, 5, 5’9 5, 5’9, 5’9, 5, 5, 5’9 beast mode Prhyme!