NajaesBeats - Canto XXXIV lyrics

[Verse 1: Chief Wicked] I'm a sinister minister one verse and I finish her And I finish him n***as sweeter than cinnamon I got shooters I send em in bullets spraying the tenement Then we head to the stu we getting buck I ain't talking bout venison Got the flow of an alien call me Chief Wicked immigrant Ben Tennyson lyrically need some medicine Maybe a methamphetamine, sick with it, quick with it All these rappers I'm better than lighting em up like Edison Welcome to the inferno My pen state the greatness no Paterno Yeah I'm up in the Chi like G Herbo n***as tryna catch up to me they need turbo Rocket boosters and nitrous oxide I gotta freeze em up so I write the frostbite I'm catching n***as slipping like pop flies I take em to the studio and fry em up like I'm working at Popeye's Got my foot in the game like it's a size 12 Only n***a outrapping me is myself Back again with the lyrical satirical miracles got the game in my hands it's spherical With the Migos finna meet the plug in Pakistan Talking bout the Middle East cuz ain't no other rappers can Cheese on my brain, I'm a Packers fan Stretch the flow like I'm a mix of Mr. Fantastic and Plastic Man So elastic damn, yeah I'm tryna make a cla**ic, man Call up Kendrick for the disaster, man Spit the flames like a pastor, man Me and Hersh trapping n***as under a multi-syllabic avalanche Don't expect y'all to understand, we been in it for a minute tryna win it No matter how you spin it we be headed to the finish even though I'm broke as hell I am all about my business This a mothaf**ing scrimmage, balling on the beat only got a couple minutes Gotta get up in it cuz a record deal I deserve So I'm crossing up the words like I'm Kyrie Irv Chief Wicked is always tryna incinerate Other rappers especially if they imitate Cook em up then I put em on a dinner plate After that I ain't really gotta illustrate Axons active synaptic tactics help me shackle the ma**es with the f**ing Blacksmith, wait Forgot to mention that my brain is leaking serotonin Mixed with dopamine don't forget the SOPA thing That's a lethal combination I got me a congregation I ain't talking Groupchat but you ain't in the conversation Plenty thoughts I'm getting compromised by contemplation Come correct no disrespect and we won't have a confrontation [Verse 2: Hersh] We been doing d** like all night Tryna get to heaven but I'm still sinning still asking b**hes what they do for a Klondike I'm high, usually Hop on the track and I'm reading these rappers their eulogies Sticking up my middle finger yeah it's one up that's just another thing that you cannot do to me Foolery, my lyrical toolery f**ing up beats and the tracks leave the booth like a murder scene Now I'm running through the 6 like I just murdered Meek all summer '16 I be working just to sharpen up my flow a little bit Rolling up some weed and tobacco just to get a little hit I think I need to knock the edge off, a little bit Now I'm waking and chasing the bacon Like I'm tryna take Miss Piggy on vacation I got a claim and I'm staking it To be the best and I'm stopping for nathing Telling me "no" is like saying Kobe ain't raped it: you f**ing wrong I'm a threat to the game, and I'm blaming myself My bars are hot so when I speak I guess I'm flaming myself Take the pain to the face, like my tongue is a well Look, from day one, I knew I was different Told I had potential and talent ooh they weren't kidding I'm a beast on the track in the same way Usain be Going crazy like I ate a pup with rabies Flow crazy like Euphrates or the Tigris Looking in the mirror see a demon right behind him Can't escape the vision even when I close my eyelids, stylish Tryna run up money like it's mileage If you got complaints better file it I got n***as over Berklee holding weight and they wyling Better keep me quiet I got hella verses I'm starting to let em fly Watching the time, it's ticking by But I'm sticking to getting mine for my ride-or-dies Open your eyes it's the messiah but I'm in disguise I came to provide infinite rhymes Then slide 100 times, beat it up, eat it up Beats is what I'm fiending for Bout my Franklins like Aretha Bet my flow piss you off like urethra If you ain't want the truth then why you hit up me for Coffee-skinned n***a got a taste for the creamer