[Intro: DOWN6 & Ruffian Rugged]
In yo' streets, cast a shade
Mo'fucker finna pass away
Rise out the crypt and I'm growin' too- (yeah)
I'm becomin' one with the demons, the ghosts, and the goblins
(Tinkin' a mekin a call upon a suicide hotline)
Dead before mi born like Rosemarie's offspring
Kill anyone like mi born as "the One" inna Hawkins
(Tinkin' a mekin a call upon a suicide hotline)
DOWN6, yo, let's go
[Verse 1: DOWN6]
Risin' above with a scythe and I creepily step in the fog, I capture a soul
Spirits around and they goin' to town when they droppin' 'em dead, they head explode
Wеnt away on a retreat and I'm meetin' my niecе and I found out the record was shown
To an unwilling and arrogant frenemy, look at me doing the same when I bend the beats
Uh, seekin' a symbol to tell me the way
Roam on the path while I'm takin' a dab and I'm blowin' the smoke, I'm never not ready to blaze
Blow out their brains when I'm glowin' in set, they knowin' I'm casting a fuckin' a shade
Knowing the hater receivin' a punishment that'll be quick and I'm shapin' 'em all into place
Beginning and middle and end for the lord of space, let's tussle at the grave
So I can dump in your body when grazin' my blade, becomin' an example of pain
When you betrayin' the heart of killer, I'm pickin' apart at the arm and the liver
Machete is ready, I aim it at many, forever the void is engulfing your brain
Playin' with your motherfuckin' freedom with the knuckles on 'em, so I'm gonna beat em
Know the gun will eat 'em when I fuckin' see 'em, finna drop opponents on the asphalt
Draggin' 'em all to the crib in the tub and now the remains are definitely lost
Ain't nobody really lookin' for you, bitch, bringin' it wicked and fuckin' up all of the bigoted
I unload choppers that end yo' existence
The barrel terminate quick at your partners so vicious
I been dwellin' through the gutters, I been listenin' to the business
That ain't mine, shutter in seconds, have to pull up, you're on hit list
You ain't a part of me, ever the ruler, I'm stuck in their head like a deadly ol' tumor
I'm minimalizing the bag of the green when I'm packin' the bowl and I'm lost in the humor
I'm laughin' at everything, pass out on ketamine, devil in vision when given the ink
Thinkin' of bringin' a fake in the back and I'm makin' a buck off fuckin' up figurative pictures
[Hook: DOWN6]
In yo' streets, cast a shade
Mo'fucker finna pass away
Rise out the crypt and I'm growin' too big
Know some bitch finna fall to my blade
In yo' streets, cast a shade
Mo'fucker finna pass away
Rise out the crypt and I'm growin' too big
Know some bitch finna fall to my blade
[Bridge: Ruffian Rugged]
I'm becomin' one with the demons, the ghosts, and the goblins
(Tinkin' a mekin a call upon a suicide hotline)
Dead before mi born like Rosemarie's offspring
Kill anyone like mi born as "the One" inna Hawkins
(Tinkin' a mekin a call upon a suicide hotline)
DOWN6, yo, let's go
[Verse 2: Ruffian Rugged]
How many moon I been tinkin a pickin a 9mm and makin a suicide
Fuck all the the maga, the cooper, the woker
They talkin of making a "truth a rise"
I figure the fucker they diggin a winger I'm fuckin their q-anon putin lies
No mi nuh believe in nobody but the quarantine made em a fallin fi troops of whites
How many fucker they get up and rapin di woman
But dem ago talking a art and the humor
The pickney sicker than ever and tinkin of many gyal a "hooters-wifey"
Now anybody talkin a lyrical
But dem a copy their misagony cuz dem only pull up pon di man em whe gonna packin a mac any day like in supersize me
Duppy the bag a beginner I summon a coven I'm makin a makin a problem
Duppy the bag a the demon invokin the devil? I put em a cult then!
I'm tolkin I summon a cover I'm makin a duppy turn em a goat into goblin
Thinkin a breakin a record they copy the pattern I nuh gonna pull up their songs dem
Mi kill em no filler prophet fulfiller the governor rugged a castle abandoned
I love inna shadows a vampire haunted in misunderstandings
Human on huntings a burn up a witch inna "wickerman chanting"
Cuz "def" (ill) enchanted diss governor rugged and I gonna flex like princess inna disenchantment
A tech whe dem stole
I tek whe dem stole
A tech a reload
I tek away their soul
My soul in a shell it a egg in a bowl
Talkin to my duppys and my ghosts and my goblins
More money more coke on the stove more problems
Duppy the bag a the beginner makin em buggin to makin a buck inna "makin a makin a problem"
Step pon the mic and the picolo makin em buggin and mekin em pack inna back and I "warn them"
Duppy the bag the beginner makin em buggin to makin em packin a bag a the "mocca"
Sick a the pack a the fucka they "packin a mac inna back" and (I'm) makin it buck
Bun your anthem!
[Hook: DOWN6]
In yo' streets, cast a shade
Mo'fucker finna pass away
Rise out the crypt and I'm growin' too big
Know some bitch finna fall to my blade
In yo' streets, cast a shade
Mo'fucker finna pass away
Rise out the crypt and I'm growin' too big
Know some bitch finna fall to my blade