L.P. - Asbury Park lyrics

[Verse 1 - K. Luci] Pa** your boy the microphone Other rap n***as nothing but microbes Me, I'm spitting rhymes that are are kind of dope And as the world turns like a gyroscope I pray for long life, but hope the way I die is dope Real sh** This your favorite superhero's theme song Me and my team tend to teem on Destroying everybody that we see on the premises with penmanship I'm getting sick of getting sick Maizy made me realize the game's starting to get to sh** So yo, let's make it horrorcore and true gore I can pick you up, we can head to the nearest couture Snap the necks of n***as outside, run in the shoe store, and duel who*es with dual swords An Oni-style k**ing spree The way these n***as think they'll make it is just k**ing me Cause really b, I be like Okami Zekkeiban, you just nothing to me Competition need katanas, they ain't cutting it, b [Verse 2: Waadie] As I look into the mirror, I can see a rapping beast, no less than a record undefeated He's got the talent of a virgin slaying poon for the first time He's a dog, yeah, he murders it Craft versatile like the Bible Translate it any way, and have half the worshipping Better tuck your mind like a purse if you heard of me Love him, he's contagious, I guess the flow is flu season Competition salty, but I only got three seasons Springing into action with the verses, boy They hot, and you can never cease the chill, because the flow is cold But I will never fall... I'm Goliath giant And in the real world... You silly little Davids fall [Verse 3: Yung Shonen] Beast mode in Asbury Park, "Bam Bam" Bigelow I'm the deuce, getting p**y like a jiggalo Her back arched, now she singing like, "figaro" I got a Time Crisis, but she wants the god to reload Young superhero, don't tug on the cape My guerillas in the mist, draped in all Bathing Ape Wet you up with the Tec, yeah, that thing leave you soaked Word to DM in the PM, that was murder he wrote 2 phone shawty, party hardy, Matt and Jeff Bad b**h who look like Lita rolling hard for my set Lyrics sweep 'em like a Swanton bomb for the pin But as subtle and as calm as a whisper in the wind Jewelry gold like Kintaro Oe In the morning I sway to beat the traffic on the road to living lavish Wandering swordsman, blade forged in the struggle for his soul I take lives only to remain whole