Buckwild - Bomb Threat lyrics

(Hook) Checkin' my style, return to zero Checkin' my style, return to zero Checkin' my style, return to zero Got zeros checkin' my style Checkin' my style, get gunned up and clapped quick Zeros get gunned up and clapped quick Checkin' my style get gunned up and clapped quick Typical ignorant rap sh** (Verse 1: Johnny Napalm) Explosive, Napalm dropping off With a waterfall full of tomahawks Put them into ya, like the Taj Mahal Leave them with obituaries and a monologue I'm critically acclaimed, and lyrically insane Flow through the conscious, get the feeling in ya brain All in your head, rearrange your cortex Stay in your lane, strain on the brakes then floor it Oughta leave the streets, don't speak your piece Throw frags at them, backtracking through the frequency Easily a deity in the modern day But really, a legend like Dr. Dre Nasir, Big Poppa, Lamont, and Jay All my congregates, before and after Immortal rapper born to dominate Only built for Cuban links, some rocks, and chains Not today, I'm built for a purpose The sk**s in my verses, can put real n***as in the hearse And f** ma** appeal to suburban I'm a lyrical machine concealed as a person To bust a rhyme, yelling "f** a nine To five," At fourteen, I'm above your time This luck of mine is not for the faint of heart Who's your top 1, n***a, name me off (Hook) (Verse 2: Johnny Napalm) Might get your wig pushed back tonight Meet your afterlife when I attack the mic Scrap and fight MC's with a tactical knife Destroy all rappers in sight, better grab for a rife Take this L when you get boxed in the ring I'm the prodigy of Nas and Rakim But probably, the coming of the God MC Drop and cease, land on the side of me Lock and squeeze, put 5 in your chest 9 and the Wes', then he died on the steps, 2 My 16's like a lethal weapon Heat seek selection, screaming bring the rest in Enter 36 chambers of elimination Endangered, doomsday's been initiated Sinister ancient flows, and mission statements Status: Napalm started shifting, shaping To a griffin, dragon, destroy the ma**es Wait a minute, make them listen Won't be in celebration when I hoist your casket Deploying fragments of my voice in static Not yet, keep these in your conscience Drop knowledge like the second Mohammed Lyrical prophet, protect ya neck When I flex, best expect it's a bomb threat (Hook) X2