dead gorgeous and fin
Take this, back to basics
and draw on boards
Last call before my train of
thought on the board
Ride the walls,
keep sliding off my dialogue
And you'll have the right to fall,
life's just a timeline
Yo, take this, I'll shove it in your faces
Whip, blast, chain crack,
I meditate without the witchcraft
Artificial,
transparent rappers get whipped
Crime motherfuckers,
good left with scar tis sue
Shootin' off missiles or pistols,
go ahead, choose one
Yap in your mouth,
get stuck with glue guns
Me and the boys sing the blues
with Dan Aykroyd
And drop some hit songs
on you like some asteroids
We the back -to -back champions,
you're born losers
I'll bruise ya,
throw you in a figure -four maneuver
Leg lock, if not,
you get your head rocked to sleep
The new album dropped this week,
my shit is all -terrain music
Traffic jam or off -road,
mentality diggin' deep into my lost soul
I struck gold when I put ink to paper
It's like a blast from a cannon,
cause I think major
Heavily, my palms filled with integrity
I turn nervous
Shrek into a household celebrity
Obviously, I spit tails for Hill and Mills
I'm from the abyss, I ride on top,
but kill a whale
Yeah, take this back to basics
and drawing boards
Last calling for my train of thought,
all aboard
Ride the ball, keep sliding off my dialogue
And you'll have the right to fall,
access the top ahead
Where you coming from?
Don't you even go there
Where you coming from? you!
Don't you even go there
Where you coming from? me
Don't you even go there
Where you coming from? you!
Don't you, don't you even go there
My style's givin'
A new enemy to foul women
Type of bitches used to put me
through hell like Al Simmons
It's wild livin' similar to
penile or prison
Thinkin' of manhood
or any style system that's inadequate
Like an empty -ass banana clip,
I ain't havin' it
My loose lips is syncopatic shit,
at ease, sergeant
Barf clips like a trapeze artist
Executin' the judge jury
and your plea bargains
Ever since my born day,
I trained with Green Berets
Dig foxholes,
escaped through passageways
30 weapons, bomb shelters,
sick with infection
Doing shit to leave your family
in the witness protection
Without remorse,
have your wife be ready for divorce
Passing through my unit
in dogs and intercourse
It's like Vietcong,
my war chant is word bomb
And if you heard my squad is wack,
then you heard wrong
I rock the Canada,
and way past the parameter
You just an amateur,
come back when you have more stamina
You want beef,
I bring heat like fire chiefs
I'll leave you picking out my knuckles
from between your teeth
So take this back to basics
and drawing boards
Last calling for my train
of thought all aboard
Ride the balls, keep sliding off my dialogue
And you had the right to fall
in access to Tylenol
Where you comin' from?
Don't you even go there
Where you comin' from? you!
Don't you even go there
Where you comin' from?
Don't you even go there
Where you comin' from?
Hey you!
Don't you even go there
Bustin' grimy ways
They keep one times amazed
He got punchlines for days
And where I'm from crime will pay
I'll be the reason why your
whole street got cold feet
50 won't leave
I give them more beef than police
You probably heard
My actions speak louder than words
My hands in the gun talk
Got the power to merge
I'm on the verge
I'm wildin' out
Urban to suburbs
Make music with blood, smoke,
kids and herds of nerds
Crackin' smackheads,
drunk sittin' on the curb
All them bad -ass kids you got,
gettin' on your nerves
as the clock ticks, tick
I got hits to barely miss,
knock your ass out
And mama didn't have to tell me shit
You got a problem sweatin' me?
Better leave or let it be or get bit by
my atomic raw dog pedigree
My unit on the crash course
becomes like the task force
Don't rush the crowd,
we the emcees they ask for
Motivate the baseline
Use the beef for roller skates
Cultivate with snakes
Why?
Get my pockets overweight
Doesn't pay a non -entry
To the industry
And it be the bomb infantry
Pulling the rhyme of the century
Take this back to basics
and drawing boards
Last calling for my train of thought
all aboard
Ride the balls, keep sliding off my dialogue
And you had the right to fall in
access to Tylenol
Where you coming from?
Don't you even go there
So you can take this back to basics
and drawing boards
Last calling for my train of thought
all aboard
Ride the balls, keep sliding off my dialogue
And you have the right to fall
in access to Tylenol
So where you comin' from?
Don't you even go there
Where you comin' from?
Don't you even go there
Where you comin' from?
Don't you even go there
Where you comin' from?
Don't you even go there
That's where I'm at with mine
Yeah, big, long city
That's where I'm at with mine
Come see me
With the rain music
I'm a boy, I'm I'm a bad boy,
I'm a bad boy
