Kidd Mødest - Blakk lyrics

I jot a black thought for the deaf to jam to Batter the beat to butcher up a verse in this damn booth I need speed, methamphetamine for a damn boost Scribbling sh** you other n***as not, that's bantu Currently pissed off, motherf**er I'm pa**ed tense Sipping black milk, bumping to a Black Lip ba*tard Black and blue Back in this b**h with a black stanza Blacking out, bashing the back of the page, I'm black cancer Spitting that rough and gritty Alan puffing up the sticky Tucking spliffs we ain't amongst you bruh, nobody's f**ing with me I got my lungs in a seat Bumping the beats and scruffing with keys Spit like I got a f**ing disease Luckily me and the homies got some stuff in the crease So you better duck when you see Tut pull up the truck with AP Cuffing the heat and we bucking with ease f** an MC We hunting for beef Lines can't even take punches from me I'm stuffing this leaf Flow over like a tidal wave getting Mick Jenkins jealous The way my flow inducing fear inside these- [Outro] What did y'all n***as think y'all was getting another verse or something? Like..bruh, I'm working on two projects..f** outta here