[Intro]

What you call an Icon....

Living

[Verse 1]

What you call an Icon

Dylan

Spittin syllablic, like a wizard fighting pythons

Spray niggas over green, call it Krylon

Got a thousand cuts, lingchi make em die long

Walk in, ain't a bitch with a dry thong

Sprinkles of white all up in my fits, I turned the lights on

Niggas ain’t workin, ain’t makin sense, so they life wrong

You niggas only win when I Typhon (damn)

Niggas sent to pens when the writes wrong (man)

Niggas J-Lin in the bright orange

Send the defense, in the midst of a quiet storm

Sensing the scent of a bitch, that’s been lifelong

I got a hunch that you niggas don’t rap enough

Oh these niggas Twitter honeys and they gassed a bunch

Drizzy killed the sigh and I’m lapping up

Cuz I’ll give these niggas smoke then I’ll trash the guts

You parade with a name that is not yours

It’s kinda lame and a shame, shoulda thought more

But if it’s fame and acclaim that you thot for

It’s cuz you’re laying there slain, cuz I shot 4

And I gotta line of niggas I can call tho

That’s a lotta pallbearers for Apollo

Gotta fire-breathing Draco, I call it Drago

And I’ll light that ass up like Vitiligo

I’m calling all Osamas, who bombing impotent rhymers

Who love the shucking and flaugin

Who compromising for clout and

These niggas don't wanna see me

I spit on records in 3D

I’m flowing sicker than VD

I’ll be the one that’s on your TV

(Easy)

I’m a nigga with attitude

She wanna see a nigga, I just ask for the latitude

I already know that she fucking the long way

And I got the key, it’s my dick she elongate

(Damn)

[Outro]

What you call an Icon living

What you call an Icon...

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