Conway the Machine - Sister Abigail lyrics

[Intro: Jae Skeese] And now, the Universal Champion, delivering Sister Abigail That is it Uh, uh, yo, yo Uh, DrumWork, check [Verse 1: Jae Skeese & 7xvethegenius] Mind scramblin', open canvases got me dippin' the paintin' brush (What?) I'm countin' through these bands, I sprayed an acre up (Uh-huh) That made her offer up the labia, crazy trachea simultaneous (What?) You flavorless, these spitters is dangerous in my radius Look, see, this the tester, I be out the window throwin' samples That'll bring me power like the Sahara covered in solar panels (Come on) Word to P, I'm keepin' it thorough down to bone and marrows On point like archers with bows and arrows, I solar flare you (Talk that talk) So do your portion, don't get it contorted like you double-jointed (What?) I'm gifted, my presence detected like I'm clairvoyant (What?) I'm blessed, I come anointed Every track I float, these rappers barely buoyant Underwhelmin', they'll be labeled as disappointments, they couldn't match me (Nah) This year, I'm takin' my account and puttin' more Ns in it than Cincinnati Keep it crafty (Let's get it) They couldn't get at me since days denim was fashionably baggy (What?) They ain't adequate, this naturally a casualty You comin' at me sideways, I'm reactin' diagonally Like Bishops when attackin', see (Come on) My creator made me her magnum opus, her masterpiece (What?) Urlacher versus the Packers how I will tackle beats, who after me? (Okay) [Verse 2: 7xvethegenius] I'm crazier than y'all for 'bout as far as I can see (Uh) You seem to be a fraud who didn't get it out the streets (7xve) And now, somehow, you feel you should be thought of after me (Nah) You out it like I was when I ain't had no sh*t to eat I mean that's probably why I be gettin' so caught up as I think (Uh) On how to stay ahead until you dread tryna compete (Tryna) Already out of reach, but sh*t get sticky 'bout a leech (Uh) Already out of reach, but can't just sit up out no beach (Nah) Look what my mama made, they get offended, I'm a palisade (Uh) They think my ego from my accolades (7xve) They used to evil, I be sunnin' shade My name's 7xve, bringin' boss b*tches together, Lady Marmalade (Uh) They eyes on me like a token blackie in the mall (7xve) Guess that's the price of bein' in charge, so, sh*t, I paid it off (Uh) This clean cut sewin' some dirty scars I'm a boss 'cause I'm humble with a win like I am a loss Goin' for the GOAT list Me, the DrumWork, yeah, smart, dope chick Took the game and stabbed it where it's throat is (Uh) I made up my mind that with this time I would be better than Expectations of those in the ghettos that I meddle in (Uh) Seven for the gods, oh God, don't let the devil in (Haha) Tryna hide my demons like your medicine Okay, now that I settled into this new residence it's evident You ni**as hella bent on how you came and went, well, be a man I bleed and vent on every beat I get, I'm sicker than a b*tch (Uh) Gettin' rich, you gettin' sh*t and piss, some geriatric sh*t Tell them snakes in the grass I'm the bad apple You gon' try to bite and end up hurt, they gon' be mad at you Just go do the work, ain't even worth how they gon' laugh at you (Nah) Your angle too small startin' off, that sh*t mad acute They never touched what I've lost, they never value it's cost I get it on and it off, both of 'em start with a cough, 7xve [Verse 3: Conway the Machine] Still in this kitchen, of course, bro, I'm whippin' this raw dope (Whip) Christian Dior coats, your b*tch and your boss broke (Hahahaha) You speak to me wrong, you know you gettin' your jaw broke Any mix up at all, I'm sayin' if it's at all smoke (What's poppin', ni**a?) I'm grippin' this four, missiles is rippin' your torso (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Hit you, your body look inexplicably awful (Hah) Written these bars 'til they consider your boy a GOAT They can't fu*k with me at all, they written me off, though (Pssh) The bricks are from Norfolk, Virginia, and also The shipment from off-boat, I'm pitchin' like John Smoltz I whip 'til my arm broke (Talk to 'em), or at least it feel like it I rap when I feel like it, still my neck is flooded with real ices (Bling) Yeah, hit the connect, I get the deal prices (Papi) Any disrespect, it be a real crisis (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Yeah, masterpiece on my wrist, you can't even speak to my b*tch You rappers is mostly broke pieces of sh*t (Hah) This that street ni**a etiquette (Uh-huh) Most the felons is predicate (Facts) Evident you don't have the better intelligence To kill the body, you just go for the head and you sever it Melon get shell in it, evidence, never a shred of it Bezel is mean, bust down President Tell 'em it's Machine (Talk to 'em) And yet you haven't seen the worst of it Every beat I get on, I just leave Earth on it, spooky (Brrt)