Outer Concept - Caviar ft. Danny G D-Box & The Majedi (prod. by Danny G D-Box) lyrics

[Verse 1: Danny G] I've been with beats on my mind ever since p**y laid next to em Lay in the grave and watch the boogie brains step to em Yo majed do em, we make it dirty disgusting Like the pirate p**y scurvy eating fungus off captains verga Past approximate motha f**a f** a circa Bomb the competition like derka derka Circle your microscopic comprehension around the sentences I project With the raw Brazilian sample bumpin through your deck And motha f** yo set, we bang Colombian style we got them rocks to wreck So hot you sweat, tell lucifer que chupa Bonita got me chunky inside like her pupusas Yeah I bang like amps out the f**ing stages I spit the force of every mosh and every rage in steel cages We tryna hit holes tonight, aim target release After my metaphors leave you in your garden deceased Pardon my preach, I simply do it for my lifeline And Portuguese rockers to keep inhailing then white lines AriZona in my white pint, I po' up for my potnas Poppin moll and doing kamikaze dives into the saunas Hit the deck pussies Garcia got the licks to right lick-em' Sip the absynth till you see the green like night vision The verde speaks to me, not in tongues or twist telling I get it from my fam from Medellin brick buildings 80's punani on the f**ing VHS for private viewing Setting flames to you createn phaser peasants and tyrants chewing My dick ya bish hold still and intake My slithering serpent that'll drown you in that cum lake Tonight's the night the spirits rise from the other side But f** them hoes we don't f** with them other guys Smother shine from the moon down your esophagus Put you in the sarcaf*gus its simply my prerogative Poppin this we dropping sh** like whales in the Atlantic Fanatics of our tracks the same f*ggots laughing erratic Automatic with the track sh** smack you with the racket I'm not talking t**ng b**hes when I hit you with the ratchet Adequate the saddest sh** is that this the facts trick I'm not your average manikan taking demands and dancing which Half of the acts you practicing, so don't even judge Before I drop the sweet sh**, I be dropping the fudge And if you hit the squeal sh** and start calling the fuzz It's bout to get real hostile b**h I do what it does [Verse 2: The Majedi] See me and D-Box gon lay you in thee box So b**h get over here as s** on these co*ks Pick up like 3 pacs nah make it 2 pacs So me and d can spit bullets like 2 Glocks Feasting on rappers in my soup no wonton All majedi do is drop bombs like Swanton Reppin OC and poppin OCs OxyContin smokin OZs you can't hold me Back f** the old me cuz I'm born again I'm k**in all my enemies I'm Jason bourning them So keep playin president b**h I'm playing Wilkes booth And I stay smooth on this track like a silk suit You actin crazy b**h go and get ya mind right It's out con o'clock better get y time right And f** the limelight cuz I ain't about that I keep my grind tight all I do is bust raps And you just s** cacks like a f**ing p**n star Don't get hit by my fist of the North Star And you got who*e bats cuz they been run through You tryna find dirt on us like a gumshoe And that's a detective for all you ignorants So put your lighters in the air and smoke a spliff to this b**h I'm back on the hunt so go hide inside Cause Majedi can be deadly like some cyanide And you a dead man if you try to play me But all your hatin a** words can't faze me And I'm lazy cause I smoke too much weed And Out Con we the best group indeed