A-FORM

By Joe Wakeel

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[INTRO]

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[Chorus]

World War III in the Panzer, dropping napalms

A-DNA coiling like my chopper's waveform

If the pen is my weapon, then sharpened's how my blade's born

Split the sky, any time, bitch I write the modern day's norms

Proper A-form, yeah, proper A-form

New constellations I rewrite, proper A-form

Lines hit like armor-piercing rounds, proper A-form

Carve my name in the clouds, I been in my proper A-form


[Verse 1]

Once upon a time, I was timeless

Marty McFly with the rhymes, you can't time this

Tan lines on the chromе, summer heat got it topless

Evеryday climbing up the ladder, you can't top this

Jumped out the water, neck drippy like the Loch Ness

Iris holds the truth underneath my eyelids

Silence is violence in the minds of the finest

I rewind it, then I slime it

D&G on the shoes, Trojan Horse on the whip

Hording bricks in the trunk, multiples of thirty-six

Springfield rifle quieter than my subliminal prayers

If Cam'ron was Paid in Full, then we on guerilla warfare

Santos de Cartier shining brighter than my gold chair

Driving myself crazy in my BMW 730, speeding with minimal flair

Michelangelo with shells, sketch death in black and white

But don't get it twisted, I'm still down for pizza night


[Chorus]

World War III in the Panzer, dropping napalms

A-DNA coiling like my chopper's waveform

If the pen is my weapon, sharpened is how my blade's born

Split the sky, any time, bitch I write the modern day's norms

Proper A-form, yeah, proper A-form

New constellations I rewrite, proper A-form

Lines hit like armor-piercing rounds, proper A-form

Carve my name in the clouds, I been in my proper A-form


[Breakdown]

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[Verse 2]