Mike Gao - Vulcan lyrics

[Intro] On the roll like dice in the cut Came through, got the ice in the cup Yeah, I see this girl grillin', and I know that she unlikely to front Nyck villain, murder p**y, gotta' license to f** [Verse 1] Yo, let me take you to my neck of the woods Let me show you things that only a professional could You ain't do it like I do it, this is excellence really I'm 'bouta choke the game out like I'm wrestling good You ain't saying, "what up" then stop playing with us One thing that when you talking you portraying you tough Than actually being about you, you ain't cranking it up 'Bout to put the blanket over you, I'm flaming them up, what? I spit hot, I'm a flame from the Era I grip twat when the brain could be betta' I hit shots 'til my wrists pop, Nyck about to pop Watch the whole world stop when my sh** drop [Bridge] When my sh** drop, when my sh** drop When my sh**s drop, ohhhhh, what (Nyck about to pop Watch the whole world stops when my sh** drop) [Verse 2] I k** the track with a toe tag Feel good, but it's so sad Flow bag women for the gonads Went to school like a decade and a half So my English's well, I curtle b**hes with the vocab Yeah, you talk a big game, but it don't match You be fighting with your gocaps I'm the corner where the ghouls at No coach got the soul of an old cat Only choking in my throat rasps Everybody laughed when [?] is a joke last I guess they gotta' see their outcomes so they don't ask And everybody see that I've become the Pro Just embodied what I envisioned, and I be k**in' when it's post-rap f** all of your feedback, yo, I had my feet back With some gold black, where the ghost at Yeah, where the coast at, beast coast at Yo, and anybody get R.I.P, yo, R.I.P I got green by the Z.I.P Eat the track like I D.I.G E.R, these bars are T.I.P T.O.P, E.R you sleep on me I've been outta' my mind, too professional Why you fronting like your rhymes are acceptable? Cause if you getting outta' line Talking 'bout your mixtape when every line is objectionable I've been up on my bully, you ain't really get it If you give me something I can eat I'mma really fetch it Cook a way to make 'em pay more And you know I'm Steph Curry with the shot 'Bouta blow like a claymore Think it's time Nyck evened the odds If they came for a hero I'mma give 'em a God Nyck even the odds If they came for a hero I'mma give 'em a God [Beat Breakdown] Relax your mind, relax your mind Relax your mind, and improve your mind And know it's time, to go