Papayas ’21

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Roc Marciano] Yeah, big blimps, killer pimps, drug dealer science Clients, militant pen, equivalent, gun fire for hire Slugs thru ya papaya, fry ya, run up in your attire And snatch china from your vagina, roll like a tire I'm on the move again, like a fugitive Slippery like a lubricant, my gun come with a duplicate Plus, boo, I shoot from the hip, like The Duke in the flicks The coupe is a six How it feel to sit on a scoop of Jif (Peanut butter!) If I don't toot my own horn, if it's not me then who is? The street is in need of my G-influence, put a G in to win (What up) Feed you a timb, then let my people's in Spin your vehicle with the eagle and Get in the Regal with the evil grim Get medieval and, bring needle in Flee in the red El Camino and (Woop) Wet your silhouette, left your pillow wet Where them killers at, spray the milli MAC, at your beaver hat, Marc! [Verse 2: Bronze Nazareth] Yeah, uhh, carbines, raw vines, clouds illuminate I bloom a 8th, nigga, let's see how this puma taste You salty glutamate, from the food I ate My human traits scraped from a different crystal plate Silverback Ruger bet you wish it was the ape (Bet you wish!) I flick a 8th (uh), my tempo in the rector shake You hallucinate beluga weight Lumumba stakes, I ruminate my way away from Section 8 I'm on the take (gimme that), collating text with cake Monumental steps I'm on the Lake (That's word) Whatever you peddling, that shit is fake! Glaciers of ice, a nigga shredding the rink I perform the breast stroke then let me tread in the pink I ate up the Linx Horizontal like I'm on a sniper plank Trichomes dance on the wedding cake, got that Yeti stank (Ooh) Rattlesnake fang, Langston Hughes pen heavy freight (Heavy) My real shooter he locked, he shot the Desi str8 (Grrr) I pray Allah save my soul and send me a Wraith I'm rather unique (yep), shallow and deep Medallion shadows creep on the beach You wallow in defeat (That's all) 8 million streams put me out in the sea On a yacht playing Yahtzee, honorable me (Yeah) [Verse 3: Killah Priest] Priest, I wrestle with Devils, had scuffles with Gods Play chess with death while demons had shuffled up cards I flirted with murder, the observer puffin' cigars Flashback to all my peoples out there hustlin' hard Secret society, briberies is giving me anxiety Brings out the side of me, turns my hair white My eyes fiery In the scope from off the balcony The same bullets made Malcolm bleed Too much truth can make your album seize Reality, I put fire and hot brimstones On verses that curses GZA, to Rakim thrones Everyone Heaven's son, thresh to come, guards gunslinger Program the beat, with just one finger One arena, thousands of lions One of us triumphs, planets aligning Land of the Mayans standin' ing Zion From Liquid Swords to solid arrows, Priest is the pharaoh On marble floors, in Grecian apparel