Lyrics : Oh?! the League high highness speaks?
Underground but we exploding like I.E.D's, your to
Slow IBM process speed RL SPORT on his chest tryna breath
In a room filled with toxins and retired schemes, mospants
The mecca don bars big megalodon you unliked just like meg
Be gone, my team finna make history peppys squad vintage
Suave got me GBA, secrets made me wise to say i have changed
But now that profit coming fast, christy mack on private cam
Dialect and insights that would make em scram back to jesus
Land G20 summit bucking on the mic, auras glow more than po po lights
I used to think i lived a boring life, now im playing double agent spitting
Double dragon yeah the flow is nice they inna war to fight, but still haven't
Figured out if their commandos or gorganites sipping the holsten but i prefer
Polar ice, i prefer pain..and i know i will win so i don't care if we fall behind
Spotless above those just as foam is from brews when poured in right, master
Craft lyric blasting, premier on the broads sounds like cla**ic jazz, I operate in
Phantasmic realms with bandits using rituals from 9 to 12...at night dark minds dwelling in the plains of the poly-matrix swell, polygon shapes on buildings, manipulation twisting the face of millions, mos got the pasties face blunt and keep on k**ing, spitting science that covers mos of the whole spectrum, unseen like 2 or more inner coat pockets, its the mathematics we won't stop with, mos is R700 Scope watching
At a lost target i don't f** with rappers they garbage, and i don't f** with people I'm honest tl global in full effect that means you gotta problem mother f**as i flow like fluoride