ft. Jeremiah Jae, Oliver The 2nd
Yo
Swat these gods out the sky like flies
And roll deeper then graves upon my USS Enterprise
I'm on the corner of the map
These legends will never die
Treat Los Angeles like international waters
Call me baby momma 'cause I birthed your style
So where's the alimony
I hope that's what you're about to show me
Me with my light bulbs and you with your coconuts
Staying open across the dome of soaking the bud
Ayo the ox stone, chopped limbs, top spending network
Guillotine knock off heads, make your chest hurt
Test the squirt gun, you're wet like spilt milk
Don't cry to surreal deal, my eye in alignment
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Your face on the triangle, jungle
Squad put mobs in rectangles
They rapper bodangles
Black face stack cake for the catalogue
You sh** on the gra** in a shack pushing cattle cars
Black mags pull up the pig, lookout
Shots through the lookout
Glocks roll, flocks south
While hundred sick and now street hunting
Goodwill's LA, hood meals, liquor stores
All we want is guns and d**
All they want is guns and d**
Feel more green
Trying to feel more green
Close your eyes and envision
We coincide with the rhythm
Despised by a critic, immortalized by the listener
Probably diminished, couldn't survive in the system
Where real wives men flourish and fools die there tripping
Newport shorts smoke in the city breeze
I never hit Four Loko and sh**ty trees
The mic feel like a knife steel, gritty steeze
Catch a slight chill trying ice grill Mr. Freeze
I'm nice still like a nice pill, drift with ease
The finest piff to accompany the epiphanies
A lil' jerk copped the purp on his payday
Take a hit, let the piff surf on his brainwave
I rhyme with divine enchantment
Cyborg mind enhancement
Pandemic sized disaster
I shake up your faith, please revive your pastor
And dynamite light beaming blinding task force
Blaq, Blaq
You not a cat, you a mouse
You a bird in a house
Get your sheet wet, smoking shipwreck in your home
Call the hoes, go for broke
Coasting it now
Spend your whole pig piles round the roast stick pile
Lift the eye, now the whole thing highbrow
Till it run outta gas
It's high, high all the way to the cla**
Make a quick stop at the ATM
Make a Benz drop out of first cla**
Hop out that plane, we make that vertigo dash
It's like our competition is learning to crash
I'm making a meal and then I'm burning the cash
It's all about sending message
There's not a whole lot of us left that's going back to the essence
Three kings, golden incense
f** the peasants
f** your presence
Call me the indefinite crooks
These psalms are horcruxes
Brains on crutches
I clutch the mic, enticing these ears like Dick Butkus
Rip 'em to shreds, with horse heads in the beds
Optimism is the definition of misled
You won't believe my meat is run this red
It's Jaylib philosophy
And Stones Throw sh** is a part of me to the point of ungodly
But I've been a god since junior high, pinching a**es and bumping that Young Gotti
Flow as mola**es, cutting crop like tractors
Write my f**ing squad's name at the top of that bracket
Blaq Russian, turning these other crews Prussian
Crush 'em
My boys'll turn something into nothing
Blaq Russian, turning other crews Prussian
Crush 'em
My boys'll turn something into nothing