Clear Soul Forces - Orange Faygo lyrics

[Verse 1: Ilajide] It's time to exercise the bean under my du-rag The cerebrum a**a**in I blast you two and your crew back The boom bap disa**embles you and your optical shaft Shattering up the 20/20 cause a plentiful crash Trash the stone, metal maneuver malicious murder I'm good with my M's, you good at flipping Mickey-D burgers Master the coy, don't matter if you tapped to the boys And they tuned to the noise of frequencies, fr-freakin they broads They kicked in the doors and exerted, that dime him out, torturous Model 16 in the spleen now he swinging like a swordsman Wind how I blend like alloy, binding the instrumental More like Akuma's teleportation move Ashura Senkuu Whoo, whoo [Verse 2: E-Fav] Good like what we rolling that fire the piffy stick lit And no you cannot get in this you foreign as Hugo Stiglitz I'm with my people, my n***a, just easy breathe it As we dig a little deeper most people won't wanna bother it, so f** what they thinking, I'm conversing with my man and them Plotting to hatch a plan to mishandle these drum patterings Spark it and walk on Saturn's Rings, is bananas n***as rapping be stuck on standard Bender sh**, hatchet Apache chief (hooked) I'm dopamine green, tongue, is a quarter c**a leaf Vocally bust a pipe and place a fetus in your speaker piece And with this pen I slay a beast Woke up feeling blessed sh** I'm just mapping out this quest to be a tribe called next [Hook] My n***a I'm good Like your average orange Faygo Right out the deep freezer on a ninety three degree day Old heatwave so turn it up get hotter let it bang Sip on some crispy, grab my licky-licky let it hang My n***a I'm good Like your average orange Faygo Right out the deep freezer on a ninety three degree day Old heatwave so turn it up get hotter let it bang Sip on some crispy, grab my licky-licky let it hang [Verse 3: Noveliss] You're just in time for the rhyme scheme revolutionist Pugilist, pedal rhetoric, ruthless sh** from the euphemist Pa**ing on aggression, recipient of the blessing Of tools to cut the head off the legacy of any rapper who steps in Follow, I'm Achilles storming the beach, preaching immortality to my peeps Decapitating the statue of Apollo rise for the Titan Poseidon of this rap reservoir that you reside in Ultimate spazzin' if there's a title for lyricism I'm Ultimo Dragon Double my body weight in championship belts and carry them no problem Welcome to the ant colony of rhyming where we carry fifty times our body weight while chasing dollars Sgt. Slaughter the author, the cobra clutch calligraphy got you gasping for air while you nodding your head vividly The quasar quotables, on a roll and I can't stop like Louis Mendoza you standing in the way of the knuckle puck Punctuality breaking holes in this fallacy with them Fat raps Goldberg, you just Julie "The Cat" Gaffney [Hook] My n***a I'm good Like your average orange Faygo Right out the deep freezer on a ninety three degree day Old heatwave so turn it up get hotter let it bang Sip on some crispy, grab my licky-licky let it hang My n***a I'm good Like your average orange Faygo Right out the deep freezer on a ninety three degree day Old heatwave so turn it up get hotter let it bang Sip on some crispy, grab my licky-licky let it hang