BOLT THROWER

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse] The defamation clause states the god had a sixth sense The intent, scorched to the bone like an incense It's a god damn shame you arrived at the last five seconds Never break bread with a punch drunk diva Damn, it was all love Now we play the odds, I had to get it back in blood On my souls, swear these hoes just like me Pissin' in the wind, how the story bends It can never be the same, free that nigga Pooh Shiesty The last prizefight will push buckets through the fourth wall Bless 'em all with a full rolodex of roses Spike intertwined with a slice of the tough love our mamas used to give us Niggas pullin' up with they shirts tucked The terms got some updated conditions A mantis in the key igniton Big Scorpio energy got you cut down to a spigot The silence of oppressed niggas Smokin' dope with a couple loose bigots The tape couldn't capture five-trillion minutes in the way then play it back and make sense Stash the evidence amongst the carbon copies It was reticent, the black man came with a specialty It was evident, the truth left you with dilated pupils You couldn't even peep the evidence It was severin', shit tear up your soul Lookin' froze through your decomposed vessel Mess hall politic, crocodile tears for years Got these niggas with they chest all out and shit Dramatized model shit Bitch ass niggas need to take it back to posterin' at the audition Play this shit louder 'till the fuck niggas hear it Tryna take it back and copy digits New division, velcro science Steel-toed iron for the long walk deeper to the destitute horizon End-time scripture, drilled in the form of braille Still reads like an abstract picture Y'all can't kill us, you hatin' niggas got a cortisol build up Blockin' any lesson that the god had meant for ya Black phantom in the south wing for six seasons Please relieve every dart that I send reason One