[Verse 1]
I take a sip, and then proceed to digress
I don't rap much anymore, too hard to digest
Allow me to press, accede feelings off my chest
Unfortunately, boom-bap is when I'm at my best
Dead genre, verbal exercise, Jane Fonda
Masterwork, I consistently come to remind 'ya
Metal masked vigilante, Ritalin militant, when I drop beat bombs hotter than Tijuana
Father, forgive them for they know not what they do
He saved others, so let him save himself too
Though I walk through shadows of dеath, I shall fear no evil, I am righteous with my stеps
I'm pressed, a lack of better terms would be vexed
Request, six-figure digits in my checks
Cest, five dogs out on a quest, if you slip up then you get hit with Quatro tech's
Tres leches locos all in my sets, two bitch minimum when I commit to sex
One spot left so I guess I'm up next, respect, I demand with each and every step
I am out of my mind, I feel the drugs and I decline, I am burning fingertips off when I adapt to crime
Rhyming syllables in every line, I admit I think it's time to finally drop this dime, mixed with ammonia, bleach, acid, lime
Too ill for real, they wish they had this skill
I mix the vocal rips, with aggression just like the drill
They'd be smart, to maybe pray for even half of it
I saw blessings from the lord and I chose Baphomet
My persistence is proven to go the distance, I dismiss rappers I burn em' up like incense
For instance, I throw jabs like Sonny Liston's, no listen, I'll smack your baby right at the christening
Instincts, talent be on shit so prevalent, I fuck with no pussy rappers, keep my shit celibate
Gasoline bars, you get high off the smell of it, I'm a son of a gun, my mom's fucked him for the hell of it
H e double hockey sticks is where I reside, I dapped up Tupac, the day that he died
Big L said I'm learning well, Brandon Sea's gonna burn in hell
I'm quick to bust a nut, a head, or maybe even a shell
[Verse 2]
Sittin' bent in hallways, sippin' E&J
I got the rope and dope style, I'm the white Cassius Clay
Twenty-three years old, and I'm ready to OD
Picture me up on the slab, blue face, with cold feet
Oh B, please don't do it to yourself
You're lying to your friends, concealing your mental health
Rest in peace to DC, rest in peace to Lil John
Two friends in two months, can't believe y'all fuckin' gone
I keep my shit unique, project em' through what I speak
Mournin' comin' with no warnin', cautionary to the weak
Obese, cause' my pain runs wide
Look a rapper in his eyes, consume em' and all his pride
I fear no man
God sent an omen
My heart is frozen
My chains are golden
Inshallah, fuck the law, we ready to get it done
I got a goon up on the westside, he go by the name of gun
My potential's exponential, my talent aces valid
Say the wrong shit and then we chop him up like salad
Money, sex, and violence, everything that we breathe
Brandon Sea's enemies will bleed as I proceed, to feed the needy and the weak
I'm in Memphis looking bleak
Fuck the underground, you pussy bitch, I'm comin' from the creek
Where there's mud all on my feet, saliva, blood, and concrete
If you ain't a stand-up mothafucka' best to sit back in yo seat [Uh]
Nine millimeter, roll it on the dice
Magic eight ball guidance, you out here playing with yo life
My word is my bond, never repeat shit twice
I'm stuck to sucka's heads, my rhymes is like lice
Name another rapper who really takin' it this far
If you try to play guard, fully kitted AR
August 19th, the day my momma went and birthed a star
Thought I told you muthafucka's, Brandon Sea goin' keep it raw