Rah!
Yeah
It's one of them heavy late night smoke sessions
Dope Gold sessions
Uh
Someone is trying to phone home, my ringtone
Flintstone, I'm bringing fire and brimstone
Kimbo, I'll have a slice of chinbone
See I've been cloned, nigga been living in limbo
A crescendo revel in rebel the pen flow
I'm a digital devil that dwell in Nintendo's, ho
Dabbing the dude on that medicine indo like
Slevin, I'm cool when I'm capping the windows, bro
Heaven is all I want, seven devilish hoes that wanna
Sever my clothes and get fucked flat on the floor, and so I
Meddle with those on my level, rebels of codes
From my fucking head to my toes
I be busting reckless and cold and all
Got that stress in my soul, I confess I'm restless and bold
Possessed by the best on the road, we blessing them records and so we
Messing up flows, I be broke with a chest made of gold
Lethal weapon I load, I unload several mo' my nigga
Aztec the hatchet slashes your back down
To your ass crack now, who was that cat now?
Blacked out, hard to track down, we attack foul
Hyena pack, hear us laugh loud
My rap style was born in a backwater crack house
Where they pull gats out and slap your fat mouth
Real talk, walk the walk and I kill 'em
They might make millions but I'm never gon' feel 'em
Hills of ice peeling, chilling ice grilling
Might feel 'em in your back when the venom's in effect
Veteran, not yet, but forever on the map
I raise hell up in this game like the devil got my back
And yes he does, let me just give you that deadly rush
Get a judge to come shut down this megablock
Got your skull above the fireplace
Sipping chai tea by the flames with a smiley face
I'm coming with that incredible skill
More than an expert that hurt niggas
Heads blow off like daffodils
I wake up, sun gazed, get my fill
Yo, raise the white flag, my energy bar always full, son
The look on your face like you in a bull run
I'm terrifying, I summon beings from Orion
To visit me in dreams, teach me the secrets of flying
Big head scientist, half the mind of a lion
Kryon, python, take a last bit of oxygen
My flow tougher than Rocky's chin
You want the best blow? Lock me in
You wanna see Gramz? I won't be coming back with no gin
I'm coming back with Dope, Skits, Vishis, and the Reaper
Out the lab with a beaker of the shit we made, the ether
Simon Peter, mind reader, born leader off the meter
Shape shifting alien creature, homo sapien breeder
