Trippy Tyler - Young White Method lyrics

Young Harpocrate, my heart won't break Only talk to the squad or a broad with cakes How many bars does it take to spark a flame Young white method cause I brought the pain and got the Tang Bat to man's head, that's the Gotham way A lot of people know the Stoops ones not to play If he don't in-comply in an improper way He'll figure out when this Tommy got his carpet stained f** your brand names, Imma drift in your lane And nope you won't like it, but I'm from the state where they swang So I guess you got to fight it, hope you strike like Tyson in a title fight, with the might of Goliath Everytime I hop up on this soul sh**, they "Woah kids slow your roll so these pros notice what you flow with" That mind body and soul sh**, mine body's your whole clique, I'm talking a whole clip That ignorance for when I'm on that aim for the throat sh** Bang that chrome sh**, slang that dro sh** Unload what this scum wrote Like a .243 bolt action with the scope Fractions of your skull get scattered all on the road They fathomed by all his talent like he Edgar Allen Poe I done poured up enough dirty Sprite Probably poured so much up I hurt the motherf**ing pint Clan full of Supermans, f** kryptonite Blood in my eyes, might offend a crypt tonight Shrugs at the guys that don't get the sh** we type Close to 50K for hype, we wrote in one night But y'all won't give us recognition for sh** that took time to write With timeless lines and bars that make you pause Faint dropped then rewind You hate it but now you saying how dope it is, like opiates We got colder spit and polar lips I'll open his throat if he try to roll me quick, or troll the clique I just hope you quit Because I know, that you know, that we as dope as sh**