Clear Soul Forces - Single Barrel Detroit Freestyle lyrics

[Verse One: Laz] If I had a dollar for every dollar that I never had I'd be a millionaire, writing with a platinum pen and pad Combination, backpacker subwoofer rap The front seat McClaren, speeding, back to the future rap World supposed to end, 2012, you remember that? About to k** the game, f** it, take away, bring it back Every day is like with Hades' babies laying that I been to Hell and back Raise your thermostat, stat you little n***as The phoenix has risen, I flap my wings and set fire to pigeons Society's menace, live for the day, tomorrow ain't given The type of work we putting in, we ain't promised a pension A artist, give this stomach empty and starving no easel A brush, I still paint you a picture regardless Mona Lisa with a black woman's features Turn it up, J-Roc is in your speaker's n***a, get ‘em [Verse Two: J-Roc] A user to a medical cabinet full of Viagra tablets I go hard as the heart of a Devil's Advocate To talented rappers, you ain't swagging The brainiac, rap radius ripping your radio Your speakers equivalent to the shirt on the back of a Hulkamaniac It's Hulkamania, swapping the yellow for the green, Bruce Banner Bruising beats up, I'm a loose cannon, the gamma grammar, radiation My pen's a hammer, go Hamlet, Othello, Romeo The Shakespeareans to get you rolling like Polio You don't know me though, mic checking for my boom bap brethren Roundhouse and a kickdrum with a slice of pizza Better than Michael Angelo and Ilajide's Donatello The teenage mutants are in the twenties now, hello n***a Terminator terminology, guillotine Gatling gun Grammar the anomalies for fulfilling this prophecy Ducking and dodging poverty, we on this rap sh** Coming equipped with an apostrophe [Verse Three: E-Fav] See, I was born to touch the millions of the ma**es From down the coast to Africa to over the hills in Nazareth Properly polished kicks, a Tiger fitted and an ice pick To chisel at you n***as coming at us on that other sh** Paper we gotta get, we build it up and they demolish it But them Reagan Era politics produced a bunch of college kids Cop and drink a fifth, thinking of all the life you missed I'm talking C's thrown away, she ramming ‘em on her tits It's gotta be more than this, fake sh**, can't stomach To all my enemies, envy me, no pun intended Thought I mentioned my intention from the jump start Swerving right through these mazes, tryna gather my thoughts Me and all of this art, Pica**os and Warhols jotting these vivid memoirs I'm King Beef with big balls, this require some thought A bag of weed and a gla** of Hen and digest and comprehend And by the time it blend a potent co*ktail and my tale stuffed In a bunch of bullet shells, bucking ‘em until we prevail, crack n***a where your scale? Then all them hoes be dying to show us they tails Split ‘em and roll three L's, stressing about the details [Verse Four: Ilajide] Hell way, it's the Midwest Quartet, I'm Cortez My soul a Corvette crashing upon your doorstep Transmission in faucet, oil burst through the closet Michael Wazowski wordsmith, Monsters Inc on the topic Players, watch the sausage purge, you know I'm into pig It's murdering, it's mortal, f** Jax Briggs, Sonya Blade Every day it's a new wave of control, I'll isolate my mindstate With BB Dre headphones n***a, shut ‘em down like overdrive For 90 days or more, uh-uh oh, take your CD case Replace it with my demo, rush it right into the station b**h, I'm racing with an M-O, get it in like Doris Lynn Doing Limbo in a limo till they film on Jimmy Kimmel I say oh that's me, no more writing in the cracks Of my wrapped up fortune cookie, no more felonies in tact Word to my n***a Wimpy, can't even see the tat They coming back to ‘ford the p**y, root of all evil Like Poison Ivy's family tree, I get around like Shock G 2 P-A-C, now Humpty Humpty keep it thumping like a M-79 Rhyming C-O-D and if you didn't catch it, press rewind n***a