Jay RunAway - Black Rosary lyrics

[Bridge] Mary in my mind, fuego on deck All black rosary, hang from my neck When the beat drops, ho I get hype Might go psycho, (woah) this hit 'em like (what) [Hook] Kick, ba**, drum, this hit 'em like Kick, ba**, drum, this hit 'em like Kick, ba**, drum, this hit 'em like Kick, ba**, drum, this hit 'em like [Verse 1] I got two buildings stuck to the bottom of my Chuck Taylors They won't reject me down the line a million bucks later Ain't no stallin' it, skipped the college sh** b**h I got no scholarship, if I ever trip, then the sky is what I'm fallin' with With ya girl in my shuttle, eat her out on the hubble Telescope, couldn't tell the scope of her a** 'til I huddled Around it with my alter egos, it ain't my a kilo Of kush will be having me acting all medieval, listen You're target practice, ya lack this, the Loch Ness on ya block with A lock pick, and a pen in hand, ain't got no shield to block with To busy k**in' 'em, you know they feelin' him when the ceilin' is hot Get embarra**ed wether you're ill or ya not [Bridge] [Hook] [Verse 2] I wrote my own Bible, they're eighteen year old idol They waiting for my arrival, I'm just waiting for a rival This music is a being, you're useless, the appendix I'm the mind, a cross between Terminator and Hendrix Better send this, message to the Gods, I'm heading for Olympus To throw hands with Zeus, and cut it up with Goddesses Cuz I been grinding way to hard For you to try to tell me that I ain't up in this b**h, ho [Bridge] [Hook] [Verse 3] An axe to the back, hold still kicking It's just a little dirt, I don't get it, why you tripping? All I'm trynna do is fit ya body in this coffin Hell isn't that bad, matter fact I go there often Last time it froze over, when God told me to flow colder And trust me, it's not gonna thaw as I grow older So fight back, or I'll come through with light sabers strapped Then I nap, dreaming of Sofia on her back, damn Those wet dreams, s** scenes, ex pills, text stills Fat blunts, rap stunts, s** k**s, s** sales Fat a**, caps that rip straight through ya organs Drive with Captain Morgan Crooked kings, broken dreams, broken homes, microphones Warfare, why the media couldn't leave Mike alone All those thoughts form the conflicts in my mind So I create this reality where all I do is rhyme like [Bridge] [Hook]