Iwakura

By System.Void

Released on April 22, 2014

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Windshields fade

And I see is patterns on the street

This acid tablet

Casts a million fuckin shadows in the breeze

I press the gas, and lacerate, assassin, Rattling the keys

So spark a lighter, get it brighter

Put some fire at my feet

Motherfucker set it off

I'm a slave to making my money

Never see fame cuz I slang them slugs

Make shit rain, bad weather in the club

And now my whole crew fucked up

Never the leave the house if I ain't got bud

Leave a little bit of lean in the bottom of the cup

Passing out free zines like a skateboard

You don't even see us

We a level above

Get ejector seats

And you might be us

On twitter sellin lean

Muhfucker you sus

And you look 14

But I cut kids up

So don't sweat we good

Muhfucker we good

Roll Around town no mask no hood

Chop a fuckboy down like firewood

Denver county till I die

But God I look so Iwakura

I'll Kill your daughter

Didn't wanna

But I had to fucking shoot her

Faggots need my money

But I always get to pussies sooner

Rio De Janeiro style I'll murk you on the back of scooters

Vodka, like it straight

Got russians, hella crooked

Shoulda been in jail, but killed a witness

So they couldn't book him

Catch you looking

Better stop it

Get the picture

And I'm a crop it

Fuck your party

Start a moshpit

Spray Champagne

Just like a faucet

And I see patterns on the street

This acid tablet

Casts a million fuckin shadows in the breeze

When I press the gas

Assasins rattling the keys

So spark a lighter, get it brighter

Put some fire at my feet

Motherfucker set it off

The whole fuckin world has gone silent

I seal up my room like an undead asylum

My base is in snow like the rebel alliance

She strip on the phone she a star in compliance

I set up my camp and I stay like a virus

Drive a bitch out motherfucker no license

The hunt is my math and the kill is a science

Sword like a stylus

Blackberry blood from a Razor

Get stung by a tazer

And thrown in a blazer

Take you to a client

In vans like a caterer

Vader to fakers

And hate to eraser

But I've got a date with a permanent later

And I ordered Kobe, but I hate the Lakers

Drank up the bar, Shoulda been on the pacers

On a regular basis

We cutting off faces

Good with a scalpel

Like Urlacher Tackles

You just see my shadow

Then Die, Seeing fractals

I run it like like Mao I'm a new breed of rascal

My evidence spreads everywhere like it's shrapnel

Washington

Nationals

Kept in my Capital

Numbers is Fractional

My numbers is actual

Guns always Tactical

Waterproof muzzles, We keep it adaptable

Fire Em off all at once like a Madrigal

You Soft Like an Animal

And I bet that you Flammable

You Be Clarice, I've got Hannibal Mandibles

Move so Mechanical

Off the Botanical

And I see patterns on the street

This acid tablet

Casts a million fuckin shadows in the breeze

When I press the gas

I lacerate assasins, rattle keys

So spark a lighter, get it brighter

Put some fire at my feet