Niko Is - INCOGNIKO lyrics

Bruce Banner in the coup through the Dark Knight Real dogs bite hard and bark light Bourbon balls in my archive My flow game like shark bites My mind writes at Mach 5 I spark lye dutchies I split like apartheid Tia and Tamara now I'm feeling like Smart Guy Red carpet life We stay in the star bright He got the hands high now that I'm playing my cards right and get dealt with I embellish in the selfish on my Finelle sh** I'm bumping Children of the Corn on my Big L sh** It's going to be a training day until I'm Denzel rich Ayo my swag is crippled rap is badder than this I rap elaborate extravagance, I'm the Gatsby of wit If I ain't in your top five then I'm snatching your list b**h, I came to f** up the track like a scratch of the disc, ha! Let's keep it moving, man, it's Colours of the Culture Welcome to the motherf**ing organization I'm the rapper with clout everybody yap about You talk dirty about Colours and Danny will snatch your mouth Without a doubt give you something to write about I spit the gospel straight out of the shaman's mouth The time is now I'm high as my grandmama smiling down at the afro shining Prada inside the Chevy riding round The body never understands just what the mind's about It probably ends up usually finding itself inside the clouds I'm feeling righteous I might just put on King Midas's crown and crack the golden whip on my lions if I hear the slightest sound I'm bringing the virus out Spitting the typhus now Pendulum swinging like [?] When the money starts coming and the eyes come out They start looking at your from every single angle You feel strangled but I stay INCOGNIKO I did [?] What in the world should I rhyme about, whatever, I'm around f** haters, I got them open like Miley Cyrus's mouth Oh Lord! I'm the rapper with clout everybody yap about You talk dirty about Colours and Danny will slap your mouth I'm the rapper with clout everybody yap about You talk dirty about Joey then Chico will slap your mouth I got that lift I'm like an elevator Listening to Ella The emerald excavator Energy detonator We talking back and forth like FBI investigators Feng shui living, the interior decorator f** the speculators and suspects They constantly keep getting in the way of my success Crazy enough to make lady luck undress and talk Mother Nature out of her sundress I got that lift and I riff with the risk-takers The bump mix and I puff spliffs with the dick-takers Articulate disc-makers Wilding like spring-breaker but the lift is a life that [?]