Scorcher

Lyrics

[Part I: Prod. Landfill] I'ma rob the next old lady that look at me like I'm finna I was the kid that died Picking up pieces I planned it I jammed it inside Fuck an og This beat was made for me Got em runnin off Witout no feet I got jumped by a group of amputees Spider gang finna trample like a stampede No cap on my scalp, no bowler hat Don't move wit no jokes, already told em that I be big blastin in a spider tank I need mo ammo where da mortars at Y'all record the past, I make big blasts I'm outsourcin that I be sellin more while y'all tellin more You a corp of rats, I am so bored of that I'm gon punch in I know somethin that you don't, winged boy broke Hoes Dust him with low effort, leave em souls severed, I ain't gotta post Those Flex bullshit, no rent holdin Gon up poles n blow wit no control Collect most of the best tokens Ain't pressed, hoping for the best Slow it all down Down I set the earth on fire where the sun don't shine x4 Send em all down [Part II: Prod. Solsa] Popcorn up inside my lungs I've had enough Y'all got plug but no power Y'all got high but no time I'm onna trunk smokin animals Please do not pick up a camera When I eat a sandwich Can't micromanage em Lookin like lights in my eyes I don't wanna die I tend to burn inside but I ain't permafried I did acid at least 20 times by now Cryin my eyes out I don't like no one outside now I keep it tight Where it doesn't get bright And we fightin to find out What's the move 8 leggers really comin thru Pummel you Bust a move, the luck is brutal Touch, in tune, for cups of soup What's the move Huh... You tell me, who else sees, first to breathe and first to speak Watch me screamin as I please, as I was raised, I'm of the breed, uncomfortably .everybody fiendin for uniqueness They think I don't see them, I defeat. This Egos be inflated for no reason Me owe shit to thee I don't believe. It You won't do it it's impossible Take a risk and get illogical Solsa beats sound like some pots and bowls Spider gang, your homies not as bold I'm in trash x3 I'm in the dumpster I'm finna bump my own shit To sleep I'm finna love what I writ You sleep You is a crackhead You tweak You in the past tense You weak You can get better Just try You better live 'fore You die I don't wanna rap She sells sea shells, send it for retail He sells details, peddle a piece, fail Breathe tales, we sell, stealin a weed scale Prevail, machina, joke stale, stoppin us We die, defy, everyone denied These guys treat life sweet as a creampie Need time, keep bright, I cannot see right Be blind, breathe my semen, don't read my lyrics Do it for emotion I don't do it for appearance I don't need nobody clearance, I'm a spirit I can phase thru walls Want a fade, who brawl What a waste, you stall It'll break you all Pick another poison, don't gotta pretend you hear it I need everybody's spirits, it's a currency in lothric Y'all gon make my cock spit Seminally toxic If I gotta mock them Open up my logic Pickle and peddle you sick you and you settle for less than a head And an arm and a leg, ain't as far as you think Lost in a purpose and poppin for certain you coppin a verse and you droppin a burden cause y'all get carried Battle for style, you rap for a title, I rap to revive, you cappin to rivals, you shat on the tile Sparing and tall, you scary and small, you buried it all, preparing to scald, too wary to fall