(Intro)

Yeah

Alright

(Verse)

Okay

Look, look, look, look

Mic check, one, two, one, two

See the lyric, get loose like 2 Live Crew

As a Emcee, you would see me as a deity

I'll put em on a guillotine, cut your neck through

Your phony fist is shown in the background

I drone, I hiss, I moan when I mack down

You talk for tip, I tit for tat

Wack cat won't backtrack, the Mac goes clap

Shots at the enemy, I'll put em in the ground

Rhymes like gunfire at your compound

Bull City horns, no room for crown

Better run from the flood, kid, Noah ain't around

Wack, rap, cat, end up on the chop block

Soaking up the energy, you call me blacktop

Pedal to the metal, dеvil rollin' like a pebble

I'ma hеat em in the kettle, cook em like a pork chop

Joshin', moshin', oh my goshin'

Boy got bars like a store sellin' soap

Do or die, two of my face like a Gemini

Never need a record label dealin' my dope !

Black jack at 19, give me a two

Whiteboy Rick, couldn't top this Jew

Makin mad green with a face all blue

Rappin' out the sandbox, no Timbuktu

Enchante what a lady so fair

Under her spell, like a witch from the Blair

See where you reside, take me back to your lair

I'm a fright night freak, lookin' for a nightmare

I'm double-O yes, so fresh

I'm whatever you want a body to be

But I'm fillin' a hole in my chest

My eyes would water the fish in the sea

I'm lookin' to capture water my pasture

Knowin there isn't a seed

But one is a powerful number so I guess alone I will have to proceed

Yeah, yeah, uh, here we go, verse two

No hook, I'ma spit a haiku, just look

(Verse 2)

I'ma get you like, like, like

I'ma get you gassed up, Exxon no leak

I know a white woman with a name Angelique

A risk-taking player for the day, I'm on a streak

To the dollar, my Kabbalah, not to holler at the meek

You put me in the pasture, I'll be the black sheep

A prophet makes a profit off that coffin prophecy

You fake Drake, player hater like Degrassi

Tryna hold 30 bastards, I'm Ason Unique

I rock into that pocket, cheap poppin' bottle rocket sippin' Tito's

Emcee recitin', payin' homage to the griot

Cappadonna never cappin', Capricorn or for the Leo

DiCaprio, I'm slap-happy, tappin' over trios

White boy wasted off a shot of Casamigo

Break every bone up in your body, lookin' like you Steve-O

I can take you all around the world on the D-Lo

Does he know we bout to go Janeiro de Rio

Yeah

H-C on your MP3

Flow state, cut the beat, yeah