Martin Malota - Day One lyrics

Verse 1 This is MOLA100, day 1 of 100. Say son, you don't want it And you all lying right where you stand Both hands in your pockets. Got it locked? I see right through the plans Let the bullets speed right through the glands Demand more of that. Execution style Smile right through the horror rap Circles all around you cats. Take a loss Y'all get clapped and I ain't talkin' round of applause The standing O is warranted. The coroners call it in The other corner's got a hold of the towel to throw it in The foreigner warrior. You already know what it is A horseman with a ball of fire where my head normally is Verse 2 It's the eye of the tiger, all my rivals are diminished Dead on arrival, it's survival of the fittest This is Malota at the dojo. Y'all doing sit ups Keep your composure this is closure. You're coming with us A long kiss goodnight, get you some baby sitters The songs kids all like. d**h to the counterfeiters Kid-napping. Not jacking kids, but kids sleeping on real rap And whatever happened to that? Let the pests rest in wreckage, they're leaving today Y'all could pay your respects I'm asleep at the wake Just nudge me when it's time for the eulogy And close the casket after you throw in this basket of j**elry And talking about c**aine in every song's lame I'll take your powder and throw it up, like I'm Lebron James Take my talents to South Beach until the end of days Make an album without beats and k** it either way Moment of silence, MOLA gets violent Choking you with the strings right off the bow of the violins After you sign in, everyone dial in And add me @mola1 notify ya friends