Pharaoh Takari - Flamboyant lyrics

On top like a mullet when I take a silver bullet to the head, had the fro, then I got the dreads Dressed up for yo funeral, I'ma piss in ya coffin like a urinal Not my usual rhyme scheme, catch me whippin' when I ride clean I'm night crawler with a tenth of a dollar if I'm seen at the crime scene Disappear into thin air, exposing n***as like Sinclair Can't damn me to Hell, done been there, leverage beverage but vision impaired Better grab a group to move into pairs, standing back to back for protection They show hate, oh wait, like the oh eight election You don't want problems, add up the odds, ain't seeing me like the Wizard of Oz Flow sacred, been blessed by the gods, not a man down if you fire a shot Parry n***as through the eyes of Rashad, look at ya bros and see if they a fraud Get a new team when you see they lost, hardbody as Freeway Ross Flamboyant when I flex and floss, giving power to the phantom when I set it off Before me, you ain't ever met a boss, my blood ain't available like menopause They turned the other cheek, now they under me, vices priceless, ain't funding me Ain't no fun in me, sleep with an open eye if they wanna try gunning me Tech to my neck and the neck of my set for the rep but they met with a child of the corn Thorns on the horns, I tried to warn, now I'm heated, leaving ligaments torn I'ma get a scimitar, rip a ya skin ajar, then preserve an organ or two in a jar Stay away from a stank hoe, they burn n***as like Magmar And if she poke ya, man, then that probably ain't a female Broad shoulders and body odor, very obvious details Whatever he/she got, they gon' pa** it on like some chain mail Yeah, it'll leave you f**ed up like a hangnail So be aware of ya surroundings, find the proper grounding so you can advance And in advance, prepare yourself like Johnny Cage, and engage with a lance Cut 'em up, cut 'em up, cut 'em up, cut 'em up, cut 'em up, then shove it up dey a** Fatalities by the hour gla**, bring d**h to them if they try to pa** Hella bent when I'm celibate to the f**ery, huckabees wanna see where my luggage be You'll be in a hiccup if ya mans don't pick up, it's finna turn into a stick up Take the bands straight from ya pants, tin foil all ya plans Spittin' simple for idiots and my affiliates on our way to France