Got a buzz like them George Tack,
They're still cheering like them orders left,
The air is toxic, better hold your breath,
Resurrect the music, I snatch it from close to d**h.
Vital signs are improving, I make it lay down,
Not to mind, is usually disrupted by devil's playground.
My rip establish the rampage is for the sport of it,
Been nice for a career, you just barely grasp at the thought of it.
Get it to the hood like a rush cart,
Support it like the shot bars and lambars,
Except they never sit and I'm never living more in the sun
Got smart a** whipped before ever ripping the damn heart.
See you fronting with your dollar store shades on,
Faking the abs sprayed on those artificial ray on
Run a set of fine you questify like ray don
Shung when inform life voultron of young ray quan.
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Mix in a bit of care rest one a cute tip,
Rock him some of that ice cube, now who's this
No one as gifted as this, so magnificent,
Cla**icly consistent the nasty as black licorice.
Coldest, but I get the room hotter than bedroom yoga,
Seen the show, you know I make the people move like individ, you notice?
I'm focused, I'm like Moses when the mic is on
That's why these rappers gather like rooches when the light is on.
[Hook:]
Hold it now, I hold it down,
I'm staying where I'm at, you better go around.
You know the voice and you know the sound,
I rip the microphone and then I throw it down.
Hold it now, I hold it down,
I'm staying where I'm at, you better go around.
You know the voice and you know the sound,
I rip the microphone and then I throw it down