Lew Salem - Thunderous Introduction lyrics

(Verse 1) Ain't nobody's bars can be fresher than mine Watch me swerve with the verb, and vibe on the rhyme And in time, realize that your eyes are witness to The rise of a simple man, tryna be a god of the floss, and Never getting loss to the grave or cops You ain't in Kansas anymore boy; welcome to Oz The land where the beat drops right on time I'm on my grind, blowing up like I stepped on a mine I'mma 187 this beat one time Put the verse in reverse, dial 1-1-9 I, flow like the tides, and hit you where it hurts Sniff the dirt, dirt naps in the hearse Dispersing curses on the haters, watch ‘em all disperse See ya later I'm traversing universes Transverse to the lames cause we ain't the same Got my brain in this game, can't tame this mane This a rise to fame, I light this place in a blaze It's insane, how I locked it all down in a matter of days Even I don't know, why the flow so cold Like Eskimos stuck in polar snows With the A/C stuck on froze Yet you're still getting burns in the degree Of three, with about five O's f** the crooked 5-0, my grind a little grimy On my crooked 5-0 if you ain't already know (Verse 2) Wa**a ha**a? Check the roster My squad real no imposters; blow the block up, Hurt Locker Lew electric with these words; what a shocker! I'm on spitting hotter than the best like I ought'ta Performed at my alma mater, Flashback Friday! The king need his green, gotta have that my way If you could see the outcome like my eyes, kid You would see what your girlfriend and I did And no, you not invited, that sh** was private I'm the king like Titus, all gold no Midas Don't mind this, I'm surplus, you minus You're tryna dig deep, but you still couldn't mine this bro Don't fight this, O so righteous flow Aiming right through ya, might smite your soul Sick, I got that virus flow It's unfair when I spit, I got that biased flow Yo, I need some fast cash, where them GTA cheat codes? I hit the nail on the head like I work for Home Depot Firing off shots, load them torpedoes; These girls seem nice ‘til they do you dirty, they Sweet n' Low: Fake Movin' on, tell me what reverse is Bringing the game back to life with no nurses Still k** a weak rapper, I need some more hearses All my bars are big bangs; I spit universes Lew